Location: Istanbul, Güngören.
A Cheap apartment room of the Güngören district within the midst of Night was illuminated by 3 coarse white candles, the candles burned gently and provided an ample, ambient light, sitting behind those Candles was a half-naked male figure, he could be seen staring blankly at those Ambient flames.
"Agios Octinomos-Drakosophia! Liftoach Pandemonium!" reverberating those set of words he closed his eyes and in his native language he said "I call forth the Numinous and Infernal initiators and gods which dwell in the Infernal Plane. I call you to manifest within my arena of sorcery. I will forever be the master of my world and the center of my universe, but I approach you spirits with respect, admiration, and sincerity. I place myself under the guidance of the Infernal Divine and welcome whichever demons have awaited my hour of initiation. As I vibrate the names of you darksome initiators, I welcome your presence with humility and determination"
"Lucifuge - Astaroth - Belial - Gargophias - Mephisto"
"Lucifuge Rofocale, Horned God Over Demons,
Serpentine Patron of Warfare and Alchemy,
I Summon You for this, My Rite of Initiation."
"Astaroth, All-Knowing Regent of the Nightside,
Warrior Who Changes Shape and Travels Astride a Dragon, I Summon You for this, My Rite of Initiation."
"Belial, I Call You, Warden of the Black Gate,
Immortal Shapeshifter and Divinity of Witchcraft,
For I Welcome Your Presence In My Life as a Sorcerer, Bestow upon me your Power, So I may be Initiated."
"Gargophias, Eternal Emissary of Hecate,
Patroness of Necromancy, Darksome Spirit of the Infernal Plane, I Welcome You To My Arena of Sorcery"
"Mephistophiles, Chief of the Infernal Divine, Everlasting keeper of Book of Death, Bestow me upon your Power, So I may be Initiated and Transformed"
The figure saying those chants looked to be an early adult aged around 18-20, his ethnicity appeared to be Caucasian and he was haired in a dark shade of Brown, quite common in the country.
Beads and beads of sweat drops kept dripping off his forehead due to the heat; with his eyes closed he seems to be trying to sense something, beneath the eyelids rapid movement could be observed.
"Spirits, I thank you for Presence, thank you for participating in my Rebirth as I get myself Initiated" the figure kept saying those chants accordingly; "Ya Namosh Sitra De-Smola Alogos Drakosophia Exat!"
With that he quickly opened his eyes and fired his gaze at every corner of the room, unfortunately there were no surprises present and no expected abnormalities to be seen.
"Not today also, I should've known, these things are just wild Fantasies and doesn't exist in the real world" The figure sighed and doused the candles, putting those into a plastic container he set them aside while he stood up and rocked into his bed.
Fiddling with the phone on his bed he pondered for a few moments 'Didn't that guy said he got the response in his Dreams? Let's see if I too is destined for it'
The thoughts indicated of him still holding onto the idea of Magic, but how could he abandon it when he had wasted a month on this stuff already.
Soon lost within his thoughts, without trouble he fell asleep.
But he didn't knew the consequences of his Reckless Summoning and not closing the Ritual properly.
His Arena of Sorcery, Marked circle by yellow chalk was behaving strangely. The space in that area was trembling in low frequency vibrations making amorphous distortions in the area, suddenly increasing in frequency, mild space tremors began surfacing, releasing a Shockwave in that room, scattering the Chalk boundaries of his arena of sorcery it was no longer remained shackled and confined.
The Shockwaves scattered into the whole room, ricocheting a few times before eventually targeting its summoner who was slumbering tight on the bed.
Rippling the spatial layer apart, a Brownish Red Light ray wriggled out from a semi-transparent crack in the air, the Light ray moved insanely fast and within a moment it disappeared into the young man's body.
It didn't harm nor did it bother him, atleast on the physical level, but a chaotic storm was unleashed somewhere else.
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Location Unknown.
"Our main guest of the event is the Founder of White Trillion an Istanbul based Insurance company, with him in the leadership role and the perpetual efforts by his employees, the company was able to expand exponentially from a single officed company to a Big Multinational Co-orporation within just a decade"
"Welcome our special guest Mr. Mikael Mehmet with a big round of applause" The female Host announced with a graceful and charming smile on her face, following which, the audience of several hundreds clapped wildly.
The big red curtains slowly slid off horizontally, revealing a grand stage on which a certain number of sofas were placed. The lights of the auditorium dimmed spontaneously and with a flick the spotlight were switched on immediately bringing focus on those Sofas.
Amidst the indistinct clutter of claps and whistles, a figure appeared majestically from the darkness of the back stage and sat on one of those sofas.
The figure was a suave middle-aged man clothed in a striking Red Blazer set with Brown leather shoes which strikely complemented his hair, he appeared to be quite handsome not to mention his fair skin and a pair of ocean blue eyes.
Bringing the Microphone closer to his mouth he spoke with a clear and crisp voice "I thank every gentlemen present here, for welcoming me with..."
Before the figure could finish the sentence his words were disrupted by a loud 'Boom'.
Abruptly, a thunderous sound boomed throughout the auditorium and a semicircular pulsewave flashed out of nowhere, acting like a wave it swept through every corner before striking Mehmet, as if within a dream the landscape went blurry and the audience began dissipating into thin white vapour.
Everyone's centre of focus, Mehmet, witnessed the pulsewave with a bewildered expression and wielded a terrified countenance on his face.
Confusedly he muttered "Where am I? Is this a Lucid Dream? Was the Ritual successful?"