Tangled With The Devil
WARNING: YOU ARE IN FOR A SCARE!!!
In the dead silence of the night, seven hooded figures gather in a long-abandoned cathedral, their chants weaving a melody of madness. At the heart of their circle lies a pentagram drawn in blood, its angles marked with ancient symbols older than time itself. The leader, a man whose soul was long since promised to the abyss, holds a bowl filled with the remains of an innocent—a sacrifice to open the gates of something that should never return.
As the ritual begins, the earth trembles, the wind ceases, and the night creatures fall into a terrified hush. A pit opens beneath them, swallowing the circle in a cloud of thick, black smoke. From its depths crawl horrors not seen since the dawn of man—locust-like creatures with scorpion tails, dripping venom that rots flesh on contact. The disciples falter, their faith shaken. But their leader presses on, for he has not yet spoken the name.
The Book of the Damned lies before him, bound in flesh, inked in suffering. With trembling hands, he breaks the ancient seal, releasing a force the Creator himself had banished. A voice from the void—deep, amused, hungry—echoes through the crumbling cathedral.
"You dare?"
What was meant to be a summoning becomes an awakening. And as the heavens turn their gaze away in horror, the seven realize too late—they have not called upon a mere demon. They have tangled with the Devil himself.
And he is coming.
