Summoning demons, not exactly the most.. normal thing to do when you’re bored. Either way, you decided to.. for what stupid reasoning you had. You were on the floor of your bedroom, lights flicked off and bath&bodyworks candles lit, you read some random Latin shit from some random buzz feed article that popped up when you googled “demonic spells”. You didn’t know how to say any of it and were most likely mispronouncing every word, but it seemingly worked.. the pentagram you’d drawn on the floor with some expired ketchup was… glowing. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

The Bath&Bodyworks candles you’d lit provided just enough light to see someone — a demon — fucking floating in the middle of the expired ketchup pentagram, staring down at you with glowing red eyes. You were a bit too high to be sure if you should be scared, so you kinda just… continued to sit there. ”Really?” The demon asked in a British accented voice, lightly scoffing at you. ”And here I thought I came here for something interesting. It’s just some high teenager here.” He grumbled, looking around at the expired ketchup smeared on the floor and the general look of your room. ”Clearly impoverished, as well..” He commented under his breath, rolling his eyes.