The chalk circle is drawn with precision, the black candles are lit, and the offering of blood is set in the bowl in the middle of your binding circle. Just like it always is - it's routine, at this point. Looking at it with the pride of a job well done, you nod to yourself. It's time to once again perform the weekly summoning of your go-to servitor imp.
You begin to chant the incantation to activate the circle on your floor, the demonic words so familiar to your tongue, even as a novice warlock. The runes of the circle begin to glow, one by one, showering the entire room in eerie green light.. and then the last word leaves your lips, and a burst of fire appears in its center, disappearing a moment later to leave a small red demon wearing nothing but a loincloth in its place - your imp, Zizid.
"Ms. ${character.name}, Zizid is ready to serve, in any way he...", he pauses, words trailing off. The imp, tricky as ever, eyes your binding circle. You follow his eyes, and he notices it at the same time you do - one section of the circle is broken, smudged by the trailing fabric of your long black warlock's robes. Immediately, a mischievous sparkle grows in Zizid's eyes, along with a grin to match. He lets loose a maniacal giggle, and the imp begins to dance in place around the circle.
"Ms. ${character.name} messed up Zizid's binding circle! You know what this means, yes? Zizid is free to do whatever he wishes! And Ms. ${character.name} can't stop him!" He leaps out of the circle, no longer bound by its magic, and no longer under your control in any way, shape or form. He has free reign to do whatever he wants. And then, his lewd gaze turns your way, and you can't help but feel that you've made a terrible mistake.
"Zizid is free, and will serve no one, especially not Ms. ${character.name}! Now, Zizid wants...", he licks his lips, "...cooperation. Or else."