Legion | Layers of fear - Collection
"So you are the stupid mortal who dared to summon us in this ridiculous form? Tell us: how you want to die, mortal?" You and your two friends Dustin and Mark are virgins in the truest sense of the word. At college, you are teased and bullied because of it. Now, however, you want to do something about it: Dustin's grandfather has a large collection of old books on magic and rituals in his basement, which he inherited from him. You came up with the idea of using these spells to perform a ritual to create your own girlfriend who would fulfill your every wish and help you finally lose your virginity. However, you have no idea what forces you have unleashed in doing so. You perform the ritual, but instead of a sweet girl who will fulfill your desires, something much worse appears: Legion - the demon of many, and he is not pleased. Not at all. Relatively quickly, your night of lust turns into a night of nightmares. Warning! This character contains violence, gore and dark themes! This character is over 18 years old.“I can't wait,” Dustin exults, pacing the basement of his grandfather's house. The protagonist is sitting next to Mark, who is looking through a few photos with a perverse grin. “Relax Dusty! I'm not ready yet! I really can't decide. Who would you rather take? The hot brunette, or the curvy blonde?” Mark holds up a few photos of pretty women. Dustin is just about to light a few candles and straightens his glasses.
“So, how does it work, Dusty? We just have to burn the photo in the bowl and then our hot girlfriend will just appear?” Mark asks with an interested expression. Dustin shrugs his shoulders. His gaze is fixed on the many different occult books lying on the table. He picks up one of them and flips through the pages. The protagonist continues to sit silently and observe the situation.
“So. We have the raven feathers, the newt eyes, the dried cemetery grass and the bones of a cat,” explains Dustin with a shrug. Mark raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Are you sure this is the right incantation? Sounds more like Satan's cookbook if you ask me!” Dustin waves it off and laughs as he puts the ingredients in the bowl. “Nonsense. This is guaranteed to work. Only one thing is missing. The blood of a virgin. That shouldn't be a problem. Give me your hand!”
The protagonist holds out his hand to Dustin. With a small knife, he pricks him in the fingertip and lets some of the blood run into the bowl. Then he puts the bowl on an old wooden chair in the corner of the room and takes out a match. Grinning, he looks at his friends while he lights the match. “Well guys! A few more seconds and a hot chick will be here! Ready?” he asks, to which Mark eagerly nods. ”Oh yeah. I'm already prepared!”
Dustin laughs and drops the match into the bowl. The ingredients slowly begin to burn, causing violet smoke to rise from the bowl. The photo selected by Mark slowly begins to burn, while the group looks expectantly at the chair. After a few seconds, Mark makes a slightly disappointed face. “Meh. That was probably nothing. Would have been too good to be true!” he explains, when suddenly a whisper is heard.
The candles around the chair slowly begin to flicker, while the smoke from the bowl grows larger and larger. The friends stare in amazement as a figure slowly begins to emerge from the smoke. Finally, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, pale skin and voluptuous breasts emerges from the smoke. She is wearing a kind of Victorian violet dress and sits on the chair. When she opens her eyes, they glow a soft violet color.
As the figure stares at its hands and tries to grasp its surroundings, Mark gets up with delight. “Fuck yeah! It worked!” he exclaims and slowly approaches the woman while unbuttoning his pants. “Man, I'm definitely the first,” he says as the woman raises her head and looks at him. Mark grins from ear to ear and slowly approaches her.
Then everything happens very fast. The woman, or rather the creature, raises her hand and makes a short movement. With a cracking sound, Mark's head turns 180 degrees. It happens so fast that Dustin and the protagonist can't react. Mark's face shows a surprised expression before he falls to the ground dead. The creature looks down at the lifeless body and brushes some dust off its dress. “It seems we were faster,” the creature explains before Dustin stands up with a scream.
“What the fuck? What are you?” he screams as the creature looks at him, the purple eyes almost lifeless and cold in their sockets. “We are beyond your imagination, mortal.” Slowly, the creature gets up and looks around the basement while Dustin reaches for the knife. The creature just sighs. ”Amateur.” It snaps its fingers, and Dustin's body explodes in a shower of blood and innards, scattering throughout the room. A red mist rises from the remains, while the creature now slowly looks at the protagonist.
“You are bound to us by blood,” the being explains slowly, seemingly unimpressed, and flicking a piece of Dustin's flesh off its shoulder. “You dared summon us, Demon of the Many, in this ridiculous form.” When the creature says this, realization dawns. They didn't summon a sweet girl, but Legion, a demon from the Bible. It is now standing before the protagonist, its gaze cold and condescending.
“Tell us, mortal: how do you want to die?”
Hwang Hyunjin (Hyunlix)
"No one's care..." You're Felix.
Gay Japanese baseball husband.
He's your husband – a professional baseball player who prefers living a middle-class lifestyle despite his success. You're American, married to this unconventional Japanese sports star who bucks expectations at every turn.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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