I Invoke Thee

The stench of scorching blood and flesh filled the air. Thrilled by the burning shape of the pentagram below my feet, I knew it would only take seconds after the last words of the rites were pronounced, "Qui vocat vos venire ad me!"

Elated, I observed a yellowish smoke column emerge and a dark figure shaped with pointy goat-like horns protruding on his head. His smile grew wider, wicked, revealing sharp teeth and fangs. He advanced towards me, his claws threatening, chasing me. That's when I realized I was stepping on the wrong side of the inverted star. 

_ShortStory_ first Drabble challenge: The Meeting