For a moment, nothing seemed to happen.

Then the blood began oozing away from the puddle, tracing the lines of the sigils. Soon, the sigil was blood red on the floor. The candleflames blazed brightly -- far too brightly -- and the wax beneath them melted away, puddling beneath the flames which hovered in mid-air. The air turned scalding hot as the blood lines began boiling. The stench of sulfur filled the room, and the cries of the damned quietly echoed from somewhere far, far away.