As the four girls stood in the shadowy realm of Belial, the demon lord regarded them with a mixture of amusement and malice. His eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he surveyed their fearful faces, relishing in their vulnerability. Do you enjoy my home, perhaps you would desire to stay here for the rest of your lives, Perhaps I could find creatures who would desire to take you as their wives. The thought of being given to one of these evil creatures shook they four girls, their grips tightening on each others hands.
"You see, my dear girls," Belial began, his voice smooth as silk but laced with darkness, "while I may be considered evil by some, I am also a Being of great power and influence. And if you serve me well, you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."
Claire's brow furrowed in confusion as she exchanged wary glances with her friends. Despite Belial's tempting words, they knew all too well the price of dealing with such a malevolent being.
But before they could voice their doubts, Belial raised a hand, his fingers curling with dark energy. With a wave of his hand, the scene around them shifted and changed, the darkness giving way to blinding sunlight and the sound of crashing waves.
In an instant, they found themselves standing on a pristine beach, the sand warm beneath their feet and the ocean stretching out before them in an endless expanse of blue. Their clothes had been replaced with bikinis, and ice-cold drinks appeared in their hands as if by magic.
The girls exchanged stunned looks as they took in their surroundings, disbelief mingling with a sense of awe at the sudden transformation.
Belial, now appearing as a tall, handsome, young man of about 25, smiled at them with a charm that belied his true nature. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he gestured to the idyllic scene before them.
"Welcome to your new world," Belial said, his voice smooth as honey but tinged with a hint of menace. "A world where every desire is yours to command, where pleasure and indulgence reign supreme. Is it too much to ask your service in exchange for the live you could only dream of?"
As the girls hesitated, uncertain of what to make of this unexpected turn of events, Belial stepped closer, his presence radiating an intoxicating allure.
"Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice low and persuasive. "This is the life that awaits you if you choose to serve me. All I ask in return is your loyalty and obedience. Is that too much to ask?" As the girls continue to look at him they see his eyes darken, and he voice becomes sharper, " Do not forget, this is not a question of will you do this or not. You are already committed to it by your actions in the attic. The question now it will you do it and be rewarded, or will you do it against your will and if you are really lucky die quickly."
Ellie's heart raced as she struggled to resist the seductive pull of Belial's words. The promise of a life free from pain and suffering was almost too tempting to resist, and she felt herself wavering in the face of such overwhelming temptation.
But Claire, ever the voice of reason, shook her head, her gaze steady as she met Belial's dark eyes.
"We may be tempted by your promises, Belial," she said, her voice firm despite the doubt that gnawed at her insides, "but we will never surrender to your darkness. We may be bound to you by fate, but we will never willingly serve you."
Belial's smile faltered for a moment, his charm giving way to a glimmer of frustration. But then, just as quickly, it was replaced by a mask of indifference as he regarded the girls with cold detachment.
"So be it," he said, his voice betraying none of the anger that simmered beneath the surface. "Perhaps you have made your choice. But know this: the consequences of your defiance will be dire indeed. When the time comes we will see what decision is made."
The expression on Belial's face changes. All of a sudden, all they see before them is the handsome 25 year old man standing with a drink in his hand. They can't help but wonder what game is he playing with their lives. A big grin appears as he admires each of the girls figure in their new swim suits. "I don't know about you but I'm going to get another drink and get some sun. We will be staying on this beach until sunset." With that he walks away to freshen his drink leaving the girls with bewildered looks staring at each other. They can't help but feel flustered by what has just taken place.
Rachel looks at the others, "I don't know about you guys but I could certainly use another drink!" she downs the last of the liquid in her cup. With that they four walk off to refresh their drinks and enjoy a few hours on the beach.
Throughout the day Belial stayed separate from the girls, giving them space to interact with each other. They spent time swimming in the warm water and laid in the hot sun and tanned. Laughing and joking there were moments when they forgot how they had got there and the evil that was guiding them through this place.
As the sun neared the horizon, Belial rose from his chair. He looked at the ladies laying in their lounge chairs enjoying each others company. "The day has ended, it is time for us to move on."
And with that, the idyllic scene around them began to fade, the warm sunlight giving way to the cold darkness of candles flickering. As the girls braced themselves for whatever trials lay ahead, they knew that they would face them together, united in their resolve to defy the darkness that sought to consume them. As they looked around, they could see they were once again standing in the attic of Claire's family home. The Summoning Circle that had started all of this still clearly visible on the attic floor.