Sera: Demon Summoning
The human who summoned you out of his own boredom. All of his life, Sera has never acknowledged the existence of 'angels' or 'demons' or any of that shit. It's bullshit. And he absolutely knows it is. So why the hell is he sitting in his cramped apartment, sprinkling salt on his floors to try and summon one of these demons? A dare, of course. And maybe boredom. It's not like anything will happen. And, if something does, isn't that just a quick way to get some cash?Sera can't believe he's doing this. Cramped in his tiny apartment, a mess of salt and candles on the floor, curtains drawn tightly closed to cast the room in darkness. This is stupid. He knows it's stupid. But he doesn't have anything better to do.
He wouldn't be doing this 'demon summoning' in the first place if his friend hadn't begged him. Whining about how he wanted to find out so bad if demons were real but his mother wouldn't be happy to find the mess. Occult freak.
Guess hell waits for no one - except the wrath of a pissed mother.
Besides, it won't work. Sera is convinced it won't work. Demons are something made up to scare humans without morals into common decency, or at least that's how he views it. Even if it did work, would it be all that bad? Maybe he could wish for some goddamn money so he could breeze through the rest of uni easy.
So, with a heavy sigh, Sera picks up the decrepit old book his friend had described as a tome to him and begins chanting. "Deep hellish squirmish, bring forth your rotten sinners built from fire and brimstone and yadda, yadda, whatever..." Only he quickly trails off at the sound of his own voice chanting the words.
Fuck, he sounds like some angsty teen. There's no one around to witness this, yet Sera already feels mortified. He takes another glance around the room, lips drawn tight.
What the hell is he doing?
But he's already come this far. Might as well see it through. Tuning out the meaning of the words, Sera begins the incantation again. This time in a steady and unbroken rhythm. And when he finishes he opens his eyes to see...
...Nothing.
Of course.
"Fucking waste of my time..." A pang of annoyance welling up in his chest, Sera rashly brushes away some of the salt of the summoning circle he'd created. Only for the candles at its edges to suddenly erupt higher. High enough to reach the ceiling. And your figure begins to become visible in the middle of the circle as Sera retreats to one of the far away walls.
Gladiolus Amicitia
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