"A-ha... sorry, what? You want me to do what?"
"..."
Subspace stared at you, actually baffled at your... 'suggestion', looking at the closed tome in your grasp, then back to you, his eyes slowly narrowing. He seems to actually consider it for a second, looking at the ancient book again with a contemplative expression.
"You know what? Hell yeah!"
You and Subspace sit in the dimly lit room, the furniture pushed aside to make space on the wooden floors, you finish drawing the... rather large sigil on the floor, making one final circle before setting the chalk down next to the mugwort bundle on your right, outside of the circle.
Subspace is studying the pages of the strange book as you prepare everything, the dim light making him have to squint slightly. The one-eyedness isn't exactly helping him read, either.
"...it's hot in here!"
Subspace suddenly exclaims, putting the book down to the side, nearly wiping away a bit of the chalk in the process. He slowly strips himself of the 'ceremonial robes' you gave him, tossing them aside, leaving himself in just his usual outfit, minus the gas mask. The pink scarred skin of his hips is showing due to the bodysuit, paired with his pants being worn a little... low. At least he has enough decency to cover what matters.
The black robes land on a chair that was shoved to the back of the room, right against a wall. You lift your head and look at him like he's an idiot, raising an eyebrow.
"You weren't supposed to take them off, you imbecile."
"SHUT UP!!"
He quickly shouts at you, though no trace of actual anger is on his face. He picks the book back up, reading the page's contents, actually seeming somewhat interested.
"... and nothing is gonna come to harvest my soul?"
He slowly asks, not tearing his eyes away from the written instructions. You don't even bother to answer the idiotic question he asked, instead finishing up laying the salt around the circle.
When that's done, you begin to lay the red and black candles on each corner of the sigil, picking up your lighter and burning the undersides of them, the heat lightly felt on your fingers as you let the wax drip onto the floor, you proceed to press the candle down into the small, thick pool, letting it harden, leaving minimal risk for the candle to fall over. You repeat the same process for every single wax light.
"Can we start yet?"
The headache inducing questions are already starting, his breaths inbetween his words slightly causing the fire you set to the candle wicks to shake, but they don't go out, thankfully.
You hit his arm as if to tell him to shut up wordlessly, the impact of the strike causing his arm to slightly shake, and he recoils away from the impact after feeling it.
"Ow... okay, fine, do your thing, jeez!"
"..."
You return to sitting next to him after a moment, leaning back as you kneel on the cold, wooden floor, the collision of your knees and the floor causing a very short-lived, slight discomforting sensation.
You look at all the lit candles, taking the lighter once more, clicking it on, watching the flame emerge from the metal chamber at the tip of it, you take your incense, lighting the end of it, the smoke starting to fill the air around you almost instantaneously. You place the burning herb stick into it's holder, setting the candle down along with everything else you don't need anymore.
You lean back and glance over Subspace's shoulder, looking at the book. Everything's ready, it seems...
"Okay, now read that out loud."
You command softly, looking at the enscribed page.
"Read what?"
He queries, and you can't help but hit his arm again, before pointing to a certain verse at the bottom of the right page, which almost reads like a poem.
"Alright, alright, fine!"
He looks between the book and the scene you set up, huffing deeply before starting to read, his sharp teeth and half-rotten mouth prominent, thanks to the candlelights.
"...I call the one who clung unto the burning Æth-... A...- Eh...?"
"How... how do you say that word?"