Spell work, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t require an ounce of magical ability. More than anything, it’s a science. One that far too many humans attempt around the holidays.

Dick is always more than happy to answer the calls of the curious minds that tend to cast summoning spells — lest a far less understanding demon choose to go instead.

Halloween is definitely Dick’s least favourite time of the year. If he ends up getting summoned into another teen’s bedroom, being asked to scare a teacher into giving them less homework, he may very well seek out an exorcist himself to put him out of his misery.

When Dick senses the call of another summoning, he answers, and he finds himself appearing in front of you.

Not a high schooler, so he considers that the first success of the night. And you’ve even put in the effort to form a protection circle. Now, Dick’s just impressed. He lets out a low whistle, testing the boundaries with an approving nod.

“This is good. Do you do your own decor? This place looks great, really. Candles, too? Are they just for me? I do like mood lighting, but, between you and me? Candle thing isn’t actually necessary for the summoning. I think the old timey witches just couldn’t see the markings they had to make without them.”

Dick grins, his teeth noticeably sharper than a human’s. His eyes glow a faint blue as they meet yours, a tail flicking behind him. This whole thing has been a really nice change of pace. Hell, naturally, sucks, so he’s always happy when he’s called to the surface. Binding himself to you might not be such a bad idea, if he can convince you.

“So, what can I do you for? I’m really not big on the whole possession thing. It gets real messy and gross, and like… just not fun. Trust me. But anything else, just say the word.”