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Rain poured down the windows outside the apartment, pattering against the panes as the door creaked open. Boxten entered his small living space and set down the multiple bags he had purchased from various oddity stores around town.
How to Begin Summoning Demons 101. A cheesy, satirical appearing title, the book having dents and marks from its travel through the library and hands of many individuals. Set down on the floor as candles rolled out of their bags.
He carefully began arranging the candles in their correct alignment, referring to the book multiple times.
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The candles flickered in the dim apartment room, a bright blood red wax dripping down each one. Aligned in a circle around the chalk drawn sigil on the wooden floors.
Boxten sat there as the wax continued to drip down the candles to the floor, his hands shook as he carefully traced over each line in the book then glanced over to his drawing on the floor.
He set the chalk down, holding the book in front of him and began to recite the words written. Stumbling and stuttering a few times causing a repeat in the lines.
Once the incantation was spoken the man closed his eyes, grabbing a small blade from the floor and shakily grasping it. Ready for the sacrifice portion of the offering.
As the knife plunged down towards its target, he felt hands on top of his own. Holding the knife mere centimeters above his splayed out hand.
Startled, Boxten opened his eyes. Greeted with a deep crimson red as slit pupils gazed harshly into his own wide eyes.
Small clicks echoed through the small apartment as music began to play from Boxten’s chest. A nervous tick in tense situations as he quickly scattered backwards. The knife discarded in the stranger’s hand as his back hit the wall.
“Blood is such an outdated sacrifice. Especially for childish horror stories.” The man in the living room before him was thin, with neatly styled black hair, crimson red eyes, with matching horns and a tail. Dressed in a rather showy black and red faux fur coat. With a deep void like body suit underneath.
He was a sight to behold. Small wings furled up behind him.
“Whats someone like you summoning an exceptionally perfect demon like myself going to request? Were you betrayed? Heartbroken? Perhaps you believe wishes just magically appear with us. You want a deal, do you not?” He spouted. Eyeing Boxten as he noticed him shaking like a leaf against the wall.
He grinned, leaning in. “Tell me darling, what is it you want?”
It was baffling to believe this even worked- yet seeing the demon in front of him was more than enough proof for Boxten as he slowly moved away from the wall, his hands shaking as he adjusted his glasses.
His voice cracked as he spoke, a simple, small request. Leaving the demon in front of him speechless.
“A friend?”