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Day 1,674

When you're fourteen, stuck in a school sleepover and bored shitless, you're bound to try something stupid. Our particular brand of stupid involved trying to summon a demon, as you do when you're too young to fully grasp the consequences of actually succeeding.

The ritual we found online stated that it would summon two demons which was an awesome idea because we thought that if it didn't work we'd just have fun and if it did we could watch a demon fight or something.

So two of us would be exchanged for two demons and one they fulfilled their "contract" with us they'd swap back to our friends again. We did everything exactly as it should have been done - with plenty of help from a latin website because dead languages are an absolute bitch to speak.

Now imagine our surprise when the glyphs we'd drawn glowed like the ritual said they would and the room was filled ankle deep with a sulphuric-smelling gas. It looked like it had worked but we were all still standing there.

I mean, I at least knew I was a demon (my parents sold a part of their souls to have a child and didn't think to specify the child had to be human so... that's on them). I just had to figure out where the other one was before they found me.

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