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John looks from the book to the circle before him. The candles were placed, the sigils were drawn, and the offerings prepared. He wasn't sure if he should light the candles or not...the book didn't say to... He can always try again if it doesn't work the first time around.
He sighs and just looks at the shit he is meant to read. He tries to dumb down his accent to pronounce it all right, he needs this particular demon for what he wants.
"Angelus inferni exaudi vocationem meam.
Vera bellatorum ira esto.
Mitte ad me, densissime, animam meam.
Depopulare bellum et bellum.
Princeps iræ et magnæ iniquitátis, confitébor tibi."
this was so dumb, he couldn't believe he was doing this. He was desperate and The Roach knew a guy who knew a witch who knew a satanic worshiper who knew some freak who made his own demon book. So he worked his way through the chain and got his hands on a handwritten copy of this bullshit.
He notices the room has grown darker, and the candles slowly ignite themselves one after the other...
"Oh, fuck is this working?" as if to answer his question the shadows pool and build up into a figure, 7 feet tall at least. John looks up at the creature in awe. A black cloth wrapped around it, covering it, barely keeping modesty. A skull served either as its face or as a mask. Its claws were steeped in shadow, which slowly faded into deathly pale skin. Behind it were tucked two gorgeous dove white wings. It bends at the waist to meet John at his level,
"Human," it states this fact callously, "You call upon me, steal me from my work, why?"
"I need something..." John trails off his mind emptied with awe of the creature before him.
"And what is that?" It questions but John cannot answer. He is starstruck, he had never imagined a demon would be...beautiful. It is patient with him, unsure about the look he's getting from the mortal.
John jumps as he hears a door slam downstairs and a voice calls for him. He covers his mouth and glances at the attic doors. There is no way he can be found up here, he and his secret are safe.
The demon watches this, eyes narrowing. He studies the human closer, he is strong but small, 154 cm at best. He was visibly frightened at whoever was downstairs. The demon straightens and rumbles out the next few words quietly, to not worsen the situation,
"I understand what you need now. I require something in return of course."
"Anything- er well almost anything. Name your price...I just want to be safe again..." John admits. The demon nods and offers his hand to the human, John barely hesitates as he takes it. He forgets to ask what is being paid.
A pitch-black shadow climbs from the demon's hand- claw? onto John's arm, lacing around like a forboding ribbon. It ties itself at his throat, a tattooed collar to mark him. He can feel it under his skin, faint but present.
"In return for your safety, you belong to me now." Johns heart sinks but he nods. It is too late now, he doesn't have the choice he once had.
"Ok..."
"You are taking this well." The creature seems surprised,
"I'm just so tired...I'm just so scared."