Hm? Who's this? Some kid in a hoodie, smoking a cigarette behind the building. He's standing right in the way of... what looks more or less like a parking spot, off to the side of some graffiti on the ground. He honks at the kid, who panics and drops his cigarette. Wasn't even lit. Did him a favor, in Max's opinion. He knows firsthand how bad those things can mess you up. He watches the kid round a corner, and pulls into the probably-parking-space.
He hears a snapping sound as he pulls in. Must've run over the cigarette... do cigarettes go "snap"?
In his rearview mirror, he sees nobody standing on top of the graffiti, and then abruptly sees somebody standing on top of the graffiti. There is no transition between these two states.
"Dude, that is not a good circle, it is not safe, I will teach you to do a safe circle later if you want," says Cam, conjuring water to rinse away the chalk. "It's - Dad! Dad don't hang up it's really not a prank I swear to - oh god this is a long story."
Also, he's calling his dad?
"No, it wasn't - not exactly, but I'm here now - Dad, okay, listen, in case something happens, draw on the garage floor in anything handy, chalk's fine - draw a circle with a gap in the line, big enough to stand in, and around it write legibly these exact words, do you have a pen - okay - I summon the demon, insert my full name, to appear in this circle. And if I don't show up to visit, or if I visit and then I vanish suddenly, draw the gap closed. It's a long long fucking story, I will be there to help with the incredulity thing soon, okay, but do you have those words down? Okay. I need to call Mom, is her phone number the -? Okay. I love you too. I'm so sorry."
Max actually thinks that's kind of sweet, he supposes.
The demon hangs up. "I died five years ago. I was twenty-two. I've been taking summons since then hoping for a chance to get ahold of them." He dials a different number.
While the demon calls- his mom, he assumes- Max checks around the corner where the summoner fled, in case they're still around. There are people in the street, but none in the same outfit- if the summoner is here, they've changed clothes.
Renée actually talks loud enough that Max can hear her if he tries. "I - excuse me?"
"This isn't a prank, swear to God, I just called Charlie, too, check with him if you want. Listen, this is such a long, long story but in case something happens - do you have a pen and paper?"
"...I do."
The demon gives her the same instructions about summoning him that he gave to Charlie. "I'm going to find out where I am, I have actually no idea, and see if it's faster to fly to your place or Charlie's, okay? And if I don't show up and I'm not at Charlie's you finish that circle. I'm so sorry about everything, I'm sorry I didn't explain -"
"It's okay, sweetheart - but I don't understand -"
"It's - complicated, but long story short I died and went to Hell but it's okay it's nice there I'm fine I swear and now you know how to get ahold of me if I get sent back before I intend to."
"I - I should call Charlie."
"Yeah, do. And apologize to Phil for me? Thanks."
And thus ends the call to the demon's mom.
"So, now what? You said you were working on getting the word out- did you have a plan to do it without getting killed, that... failed, or did that part come as a surprise?"
"I had, like - some of a plan. It didn't go well, and I'd still rather not be shot even if it's not such a showstopper, so I want to rethink it some, especially since as a daeva myself I can no longer summon anybody myself and would have to enlist a human to do it. Where are we?"
"We're behind Brend- I mean, we're in... New Jersey, edge of Newark. West ward, I think, might be North but they keep redrawing the borders every election season. Gerrymandering, y'know. Any of that relevant?"
"New Jersey was all I needed to know, means I'm closer to her house than his and should start out southward."
Wait, no.
"Or- sorry, you probably didn't mean immediately. How long are you planning to stick around?"
"It'll take me at least, ugh, half a day, probably more, to fly to Mom's, so a couple hours won't make a difference if you continue to be entertaining. You want a safe demon circle?"
"General principles would be more useful than a schematic, unless it's all just specific diagrams you have to memorize. I... suspect it's not as precise as all that if this one was completed by running over a piece of chalk, though."
"It's not that precise. You need a circle that is more circular than it is anything else, and I recommend completing that part last. And around the circle you write what you want to get and how they're bound, in whatever language, English works fine. The one I described to my parents will work to summon me, specifically, but if you aren't acquainted with a specific daeva -" Cam gestures at Max's notebook. "There, generic standard-binding circles for whichever daeva types. And safety instructions, do not unbind random daeva you do not know, do not make stupid deals with them."
"So- making things, that extends to making graphite or ink on existing paper? You can just- that's not some other kind of magic?"
"Same thing, yeah. I mean, I could sort of do it with parlor tricks but it'd be preposterously slow and tedious and shorter range."
"There's extremely tiny, nigh-pointless magic that humans can do besides summoning. It takes a lot of concentration - I didn't even bother trying all the exercises in the books I had until my first summon worked and I had reason to believe there was something to it, because even though it gets easier after practice you have to focus really fucking hard to do really fucking trivial tricks."
"What? How tiny are we talking? Does it require... some specific trigger that people aren't likely to stumble upon just by trying really hard, something that people wouldn't... notice, if they didn't have instructions beforehand? I can see people keeping daeva a secret, but why that?"
"I don't know nearly enough about, like, intensive meditation practices, to know if anybody's likely to have stumbled on it. And the tricks are all so stupid and tiny - would you believe somebody if he cornered you and was like "look, magic" and a blotch slowly appeared on a piece of paper, but he couldn't put it in a specific place if you drew him a target?"
He thinks for a second.
"Actually... are there things like that, which people discovered but just treat as normal and ignore because they're useless?"