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It was nothing really, just a demon summoning. Pretty standard friend hangout stuff. Janus found the summoning spell online from god knows where, neither him nor Virgil were at all convinced it would do anything. It was just a stupid thing for them to do on a boring friday evening.
Patton on the other hand wasn’t so sure. Janus and Virgil had told him a million times to chill out, it was fine, nothing was really going to happen. It was just for some dumb fun. “But what if something
does
happen?” Patton insisted, watching worriedly as his friends gathered the strange ingredients required.
Janus rolled his eyes, mismatched amber and blue, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a knife. Patton gasped, “Why do we need a
knife
!?”
“Incase the demon is hostile?” Janus said as if it were obvious. Virgil scoffed, “Don’t scare him like that Jan.” Patton looked between his two friends desperately, they were always doing things Patton didn’t like the sound of.
Patton was often described as a goodie-two shoes, he liked to simply follow the rules because life was easier that way. He’d also been described as childish, he liked things sweet and innocent.
Which was why it was such a surprise to everyone when they found out Janus and Virgil were his best friends. Virgil was sweet deep down, but he had an emo-gothic style and although he did have anxiety, he also liked to watch horror films, loved creepy crawlers like spiders (Patton
hates
spiders) and stayed up all night like a vampire.
Janus’ sweetness was much, much deeper down, but Patton knew it was there. ...Underneath the strange interest in dangerous things from animals that can kill you to literal psychopaths. They just had… interesting pastimes is all.
Case and point, their idea of something fun to do when they were bored was to try and summon a
demon
. “Alright, i got the stuff!” Virgil called out, sinking down to the kitchen floor and placing all the items in his arms down.
“We have to draw one of those freaky summoning circles.” Virgil said, looking at the summoning spell on Janus’ phone. “With what?” Patton asked, taking a few hesitant steps forward into the kitchen. It was the apartment the three of them shared together, they hadn’t been living together for too long and Patton was maybe starting to regret it a little.
“Blood?” Janus offered. Patton squealed, “No!” Janus snickered, “I’m kidding, Pat.” Patton let out a sigh, both of his friends turned out to be joking a lot of the time when they said things, but he was never sure since they had been serious about some creepy weird things before.
“We can risk our kitchen floor for this, right? Like if it gets stained forever with a demon summoning circle?” Virgil asked. Janus shrugged, “Sure, sounds fine to me.” Patton was about to interrupt but Virgil was already up, going to his room to grab some paint.
Patton sighed, he wasn’t going to win this one. He just hoped his friends were right about nothing happening. He didn’t believe in all of the supernatural, but messing with demon stuff definitely wasn’t his thing. Satan is scary!
Virgil came back, swiftly pulling out a small pot of paint and a paintbrush, leaving a purple trail of paint in the shape of a circle on the kitchen floor. Patton hoped they would be able to get that off, or the landlord would kill them.
Janus placed some candles on the ground, “I feel like we're in some crappy horror film.” Virgil snorted, “One of those stupid romance horrors where they fall in love with a demon that eats them after.”
Patton blinked, that… wasn’t a horror film stereotype. How many horror films had his friends watched for
that
to be a common theme? As Janus lit the candles, Virgil took a seat sat crossed legged on the ground. He looked up at Patton, “Come on.”
Patton swallowed nervously, slowly creeping over and sitting down on the floor. Janus sat down a moment later, “So, what are we supposed to do exactly?” Virgil looked at the phone once more, “We gotta chant the spell, oo spooky.” He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“Which is?” Janus asked. “Three times in a row, i wish to use this spell to summon a demon straight from hell.” It was Janus’ turn to roll his eyes at that, “Bet this was made up by an edgy thirteen year old.”
Virgil smirked, placing the phone down beside him, “Oh, i almost forgot. Apparently we need to place a bowl of ice cream in the center.” Patton blinked, “... Ice cream?” Virgil nodded, “Yep. Preferably chocolate, demon’s favourite flavour apparently.”
Confused, Patton stood up and went over to the freezer. He pulled the door open and grabbed the tub of ice cream, chocolate with chocolate chips. He took a bowl out of the cupboard and a spoon from the drawer, then scooped some of the ice cream into the bowl.
“So, we’re basically offering the demon… a bowl of ice cream?” He asked, going back over to the other two and sitting back down, placing the bowl in the center of the summoning circle as he did.
“Guess so.” Virgil said, “Who knew Demon’s liked ice cream so much.”
“Alright, are we doing this or what?” Janus said. Virgil nodded, “Yeah, let’s just do it already.” Patton took in a deep breath, “Alright.”
He repositioned himself so he was sitting with his legs crossed like the other two, maybe it was part of the spell, he wasn’t sure. He could feel the nervousness bubbling inside of him but he didn’t say anything else about it, Virgil and Janus were going to do it either way so Patton might as well be there.
“I wish to use this spell to summon a demon straight from hell.”
“I wish to use this spell to summon a demon straight from hell.”
“I wish to use this spell to summon a demon straight from hell.” it fell silent. There was a few moments of them all staring intensely at the circle, Patton biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed, if anything, anything at all happened, he knew he would be running for his room immediately.
But nothing did. The flames of the candles danced around as they always did, the ice cream ever so slowly melting in the bowl, silence filling the kitchen completely. Virgil sighed, “Dang.”
Then, one of the candles went out. “Weird, your sigh wasn’t strong enough to blow out a candle.” Janus said. Virgil shrugged, “Probably just a random breeze or something.” Then another went out, the one directly next to it.
Patton blinked, “That… doesn’t make sense. You can’t just blow out candles like that, your not even speaking loudly.” Then another. The three exchanged a look, “Well.. that’s a little weird.” Virgil said.
“I’m sure it’s nothing. Let’s just clean this up and see if we can get this paint off the floor.” Janus said, about to push himself to a standing position when another candle blew out. “Four…. In order.” Patton said slowly.
“Patt, come on, it’s-” Then another. Then one more went out. Patton felt confusion and panic rise in him, what on earth was going on? Then three more went out, over half of the circle of candles now being unlit.
Four, three, two… Patton’s breath hitched in his throat as the last candle went out, plunging the kitchen into darkness. “What the hell was that-?” Janus’ sentence was cut off by an almost blinding flash of red light, making all three of them flinch back with their arms up in an attempt to cover their eyes.
It disappeared in a second, leaving behind a much softer, pale red glow. It was almost
sparkling
, the circle on the ground was left with a dim red outline, and the bowl of ice cream.... Was in the hands of a complete stranger standing right in the middle of their kitchen. Next to two other strangers. And all three of them had piercing, glowing deep red eyes.
And Patton couldn’t believe his eyes. Was he dreaming? He had to be,
surely,
three strangers, weirdly tall strangers, were standing in the middle of his and his friends’ apartment kitchen, having just appeared after the most blinding flash of light he’d ever seen, after they attempted a
demon
summoning spell.
There was no way he was awake. But he
felt
so awake. And they looked so
real
. One, the one standing in the middle holding the bowl was green clad, chunky black boots and ripped jeans, yet his top half was cleaned up a little, a green blazer and a grey shirt with practically half of the top buttons undone. His hair was a dark brown mop, with a white streak through it. He was grinning like a maniac, with those deep, red eyes.
The one on the left looked remarkably similar to him, both strong jaws and defined muscles, and again, they were
tall
. He had swooped dark brown locks, a white fully buttoned shirt, a red blazer, black trousers and heeled boots. They both had olive skin and this one had a charming smile, again with those deep, red eyes Patton couldn’t help but find himself staring into, almost like a trance.
And the final one. He was the same height as the others, perhaps even a smidge taller, although he was less muscly, but still by no means a twig. He had a white shirt also, but instead of a blazer he wore a navy blue vest, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up his forearms. He also had glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and those same red eyes. They were almost shining, a glossy red that didn’t look anywhere near as frightening as it did on something like a rat.
The one in blue cleared his throat, Patton noticed he had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, “Apologies for taking so long, getting these two to the overworlds is an
ordeal
.” He shot a glare at the two beside him, “Let us introduce ourselves. My name is Logan, head of the summoning organization.” He said, his voice precise and somewhat cold.
The green glad one spoke up next, voice rather squeaky, “And i’m Remus! Thanks for the ice-cream, humans usually get the flavour wrong.” He tipped the bowl upside down and let the ice cream drop straight into his throat, swallowing it seemingly no problem. He grinned once more, “My favourite was when a human dropped their blood into it!”
Then finally, the one in red spoke, his voice much richer than Remus’. “And i am Roman! Me and my brother Remus here are in charge of dealing with humans who try to get away, or document evidence of us, etc.”
Logan nodded, “Yes. Therefore it will be much easier if you simply let us do what we must. As you have summoned us, we must erase your memories, and the source you got the enchantment from, to keep it from spreading any further. Somehow we have not yet managed to erase it from this god forsaken place.” He huffed after the last part.
He looked down at his clipboard for a moment then back up at the completely shell-shocked humans, gawking at them with the widest eyes. “Ah, i see you have not yet gotten over the human stage of shock. Do you perhaps need a moment?”
“We’re real, i swear! Look, i can prove it by stabbing you!” Remus went over to the counter and grabbed the knife Janus had jokingly got out earlier, “Which one?” Logan shot him a look, “Remus, put that down. You know you are not permitted to harm any humans unless necessary.”
Remus pouted and blew a raspberry at Logan, but placed the knife down nonetheless. “So.” Logan turned back to the three young adults still frozen on the floor, “May we get your names for the records, please?”
Neither of the three spoke for a moment, in complete shock still. Three strangers, apparently actual
demons
, were standing in front of them, in all their strangely attractive demon glory, saying they had to
erase their memories
from the apparently
real
summoning spell?
“Holy shit,” Janus spoke finally, “We actually summoned three fucking demons.”