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It wasn't his best idea really, not that Dream had a lot of good ideas anyway - but summoning a demon is probably worse than trying to pull off a dumb Minecraft stunt.
If it even works, that is. Which it probably won't. He can pull off an MLG off of a 1000 block high mountain in Minecraft no problem but this ritual he was about to do?
Well, he's a bit out of his depth, to say the least.
Dreams never really been into the occult, never really looked into any alternative methods for the cancer in his brain. But he's only got a week left to live now, so what's the worst that can happen?
He can almost hear George and Sapnap voices in his ear as he carefully draws out chalk sigils.
"You're so dumb Dream," George would say, British accent out of place in a call with two Americans.
"Dude you're gonna like, die or something," Sap would say, scared of both whatever might happen and for his friends safety.
But it doesn't matter, neither of them are online- haven't been for weeks, busy with school and work. Busy with lives they had outside of their online friendship. It's not like Dream can blame them really, he hadn't exactly told them he would be gone soon.
It's selfish, but Dream wants to be selfish for once.
Anyway, the ritual he's done all five minutes of research into? (normally he'd look into things more but he's pretty sure it's not gonna work anyway so what's the harm,) is pretty straightforward.
Draw the rune and sigils on the floor, surround in a complete circle of salt, light the candles and the incense and place three offerings at equal distances from each other in the salt circle.
The offerings had been the difficult thing to get, the pigs heart most of all. A golden necklace was easy to find, Dream had bought a simple thin gold chain with a golden rose charm. The final offering was easy, just a small drop of virgins blood.
At first Dream had been worried, he's definitely not a virgin and already he's weighing the pros and cons of kidnapping someone for a dumb ritual that probably won't even work.
Thankfully he remembers that, for rituals like this, virgin blood just means blood that hasn't been used in a ritual before, so now he gets to stay out of jail for the few more days he'll be alive.
(Unless his mother has some dark family secret she'd like to admit to him…)
With the lights off, candles casting spooky shadows and incense burning his nose, Dream kneels outside of the salt circle, hands outstretched, one holding a dagger over his palm.
He hesitates for a moment, George and Sapnap voices returning to tell him he's dumb and that has making a mistake before he shuts them out, opening his mouth and beginning the chant he'd been told to say by Wikipedia.
The best place to learn how to summon demons, if he says so himself.
"I call upon Technoblade, the Blood God and first prince of Hell," he starts, feeling dumb as the words spill from his lips. "Hear my voice and answer my summons, I wish to make a deal."
With that Dream pulls the blade across his palm, crimson blood flowing from the wound and spilling out his hand, staining the floorboards below.
Dream pulls his hand back as his blood reaches the rune on the floor, clutching it tightly to his chest as he becomes acutely aware of the stinging pain.
Nothing's happening, the silence in his room is deafening, not even a candle flickers weirdly and there's no disturbance in the snake trails of smoke. Dream drops the knife and reaches for the bandages he'd brought with him.
Well, at least now he can cross "attempting to summon a demon" off his bucket list.
There's a loud pop that fills the air and Dream almost thinks he'd had a blocked ear and not even realised as a slight ringing begins to fill his head, if it weren't for the pungent smell of sulfur and blood filling his nose followed by the feeling of ice in his veins.
Dream tries to fight off a shiver as he turns his gaze from his bandaged hand to the summoning circle in front of him and-
oh shit.
In front of him stands the most terrifying yet attractive man Dreams ever seen. His eyes are drawn to the gorgeous, long pink hair tumbling over his shoulders, then the blood red cape around his shoulders, then the skull mask hiding the upper half of his face, only showing glowing red eyes and a jawline so sharp it could kill. Finally he focuses on the array of gold adorning his entire body and Dream finally understands the offerings he was meant to give.
"Well, mortal, what is your deal?"
Fuck, his voice is hot, just like the rest of him. Dream thinks, openly ogling the literal demon standing in the middle of a summoning circle in his spare room. He towers over Dream as he kneels in front of him and the green-eyed man is almost sure he's drooling as he looks up at him.
"Um, hi," Dream says.
The demon - Technoblade - tilts his head to the side, crimson eyes burning to Dreams soul and he can't help but chuckle nervously.
"I'm not gonna lie, I really did not think this would work so uh, sorry, I guess,"
"So you summoned me. Technoblade, first prince of Hell and Blood God… just to see if you could?" The demon asks, crouching down yet still towering over Dream.
"Yes?" Dream answers, fear of saying the wrong thing making it come out as more of a question.
Technoblade levels him with an unamused look, peircing crimson eyes seemingly staring into Dreams soul. "There must be somethin' you want, otherwise the ritual wouldn't have worked at all.
He's rights, there is something Dream wants, it just seems so embarrassing and desperate now that he has to say it outloud.
"I guess… there is something?" Again it sounds like a question and Dream is mantally kicking himself for becoming so flustered all of a sudden. "I've not got long left to live so-"
"-So you want immortality." Techno finishes, standing up again.
"No." Dream shakes his head. "I'm gonna die, I've made my peace with that. I guess- I just want some company in my last week alive?"
Though Dream can't see most of Technoblades face he can still sense his surprise. He guesses gods of blood and demons princes of Hell don't get summoned for friendly companionship often.
"Don't you have like, actual friends who can do that for you?" Techno asks.
"I do, I just- I don't know how to tell them and I'd rather not burden them with my problems."
"So why me?"
"I don't wanna be completely alone for my last week alive, my friends have their own lives though and like I said, I've made my peace with death a long time ago, it would just be too emotionally exhausting for my friends to make the same peace in just a week." It's completely selfish of him, actually, to be making this choice on his friends behalf. They'd probably prefer to know, would make more of an effort to hang out with him but Dreams made his bed now, and now he has to lie in it.
They lapse into tense silence, Techno regarding Dream with a searching looks while Dream shuffles uncomfortably and tries to look anywhere but the ridiculously tall demon in the middle of his spare bedroom.
"So," the demon starts. "You want to sell your soul to me and damn your afterlife to my servitude, just to have some company for a week?"
"That seems about right, yeah." Dream nods. It sounds so dumb when it's phrased like that but Dream isn't about to back out now.
"Alright." Technoblade shrugs, extending his hand to Dream, who takes it caustiosly. The demons palm is rough and full of calluses and much larger than Dreams.
Technoblade brings Dream to his feet, still towering intimidatingly over him, their hands stay holding the others. "You have yourself a deal."
The hand holding Dreams hands moves to his wrist, slowly bringing his shoddily bandaged palm to his face, free hand moving the skull mask as the bandages fall like magic. Technoblades lips meet Dreams palm, the stinging feeling subsiding. Dreams suddenly struggling to breathe, knees weak and it has everything to do with the fact Technoblades gorgeous face is completely uncovered, crimson, half lidded eyes staring lazily at Dream as he kisses the self inflicted wound.
Slowly Techno lowers Dreams hands, tongue slipping out of his mouth to lick at the leftover blood on his lips.
Fuck that's hot. Dream is learning a lot about himself right now.
"I'll be seeing you soon, Dream," Technoblade whispers and his heart pangs.
Technoblade disappear as fast as he appeared. Not even a trace of his presence remains aside from the now smudged chalk sigils on the floor and Dreams' incredibly warm face. The offerings have disappeared, as well as Dream's knife and when he looks down at his hand that Technoblade had kissed, he finds the wound completely healed, not even a scar remaining. Just the fading sensation of Technoblades soft lips against his skin that sends tingles up his arms and has his ears turning red.
It is only when Dream is halfway through cleaning up the mess he made that he realises he never told the demon prince his name.