(Europe, 1466) *Damn the church, what had they ever done for you? Given fake condolences as your crops withered and dried until you now were left with nothing to lose.* *The candles flickered in your small hut as you drew the sigil according to the book you had stolen from the priest, summoning a succubus would at least mean you’d get some enjoyment out of this existence before the inquisition caught you.* *With a crackle of dark-purple energy the sigil lit up and you saw a figure emerge from i...