I stared out of the window, the bright lave illuminating my dark cavern. I looked to the girl in my bed and sighed. she hadn't been my spark either. I thought to myself, my hand on my heart. I stood up straight from my leaning position, the hot railing on my bear skin. I snapped my fingures and she was gone. I walked into my icepit. I took my boxers off and let myself fall into the icey-pit below.
Suddenly I hear the pages of a book being flipped. I opened my eyes and saw that laying in the blue water, was a book being read somewhere in the mortal realm. But it wasn't just any book. It was my book.
In the small town of Springfeiled, a boy sat under his room. Not in it, no. He was under it indeed. He had built a route of tunnels everywhere under the city. And now, he could put them to good use. His mother would kill him if she knew what he was reading. And on territory as well! He'd be one dead wolf that's for sure.
"Damian Riftan." He murmered to himself. "Prince of Hell, avatar of Nightmares and complete darkness. It's said that whenever he possesed someone, the woman had died only moments after his spirit had taken possession. It's known that no human body can withhold the dark and evil forces of him. People also say, Satan himself fears him." He read along the lines. "Pagans who had worked or comunicated with him in the past, have said that unlike the other rulers, he is emotionless." He skipped a few pages. "They also say, that while he's emotionless, he's grest at giving advice, helping out, getting revenge is something is something he specialized in." He skipped a few more pages until his eyes landed upon what he had been looking for in the first place.
Summoning ritual:
Five black candles.
black (or) red chalk.
draw a pentacle.
knife.
cut open hand and let the blood drip into the
pentacle below.
Chant the following three times.
Hear me, citizens of darkness, and listen to me as I, (full name) call upon you to send your first number, I (full name) summon, Damian Riftan, prince of Hell and avatar of Nightmares and Darkness.
"Welp, have to go get me some candles and chalk." Kian sighed standing up and walking out of the tunnels.
How did he come to this? You might ask. The answer is simple. He wanted to end his suffering. He didn't want to die no, but he still wanted his pain to end. He had tried everything he knew, and still, he made no progress. He tried to defend him self and fight back: He got beat to a pulp. He tried to tell someone: no one beleived him. He was sick of it! So why not take matters into his own hands once and for all?
Kian walked through school, earning him stares and glares from every passerbyer. "Fag." a voice spat in his direction. "I bet his mother overdosed. That's why he's so sickly." a girl whispered. Kians fists tightened in anger. His mother was very much alive and healthy. "Hey, Kia." a voice rang out from behind him. Kian froze in place, turing around. "What do you want Nicholas?" He sighed. SLAP! The sound rang out. Kians eyes teared up, the stinging sensation he's never gotten used to.
"Fucking Faggot. Bet your father hates you." Nicholas seethed. Kian turned his head and looked him in the eyes. "I bet your mother hates you too." He said. Nicholas jaw clenched he swung his fist. His hand collided with his face and Kian went flying to the ground. No sound was made by him. Nicholas growled, getting down on one of his knees. "Any last words?" He asked. Kian looked back to his face and smirked. "Fuck you, bitch." He grinned. Nicholas fist came flying, but it was blocked by Kians black platforms that hit Nick in the face. He whipped his nose and looked up in rage; but Kian was already gone.
Kian walked the aisle of the library's restricted section: something just pulled him there.
He looked. on the last shelf, and still finding nothing he sighed, not taking even two steps before it hit him. Litterly; A large black book came crashing down onto his head. "What the hell?!" he asked himself angrily. He picked up the book and glared at it, but that didn't last long as when he read the title, it felt as though his luck was thring around.
The Book of Demons.
A guide by Damian Riftan.
Grabbing the book, he rushed out of the library, eger to do more research at home.
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placing the candles and chalk down, he opened the book to the page labeled at 'Summoning,' and drew a pantagram. lighting the candles, he grabbed his pocket knife and stared at the book once more as he opened it. A part of him told him this was wrong. But the other parts of him were screaming at him to do it. So, looking at his opened picket knife and back to the summoning chant, he smirked. "This is payback for threating to kill me." and with that; he sliced his hand open, the blood pooling out off of his palm and onto the pantagram. He read the following chat three times as it had instructed, and as soon as he finished the last line for the last time, the candles flickered as the building he was under shook. He fell back slightly. A black smoky figure began to appear, and before long, it rose to its full hight; it had to beld down so it's head wouldn't hit the ceiling of the dimly lit tunnel. Kian stared wide-eyed at the beast infront of him. "Damian Riftan?" he murmered. The demon prince tilted his head and cocked a brow at the werewolf infront of him. He suddenly began to glow a crimson red. And when the glowing disappeared; there was a small demon the same size as Kian standings right infront of him, Damian smirked. "Mortal."