The sound of chanting echoed through the basement, bouncing off the walls as a group of young band members stood in a circle. A tattered book sat in the middle, opened, atop a ritual circle. Candles at every point of the star, lit and slightly flickering. The members have been trying to summon a demon. But not any demon, one that'll give them false hope of a famous lifestyle in exchange for their very souls. It was a win-lose, and the demon was always going to be the winner.

"You're making a mistake." A disembodied voice speaks. But only one of the members, the Drummer, could hear the voice.

"Shut. Up."

A laugh fills the night as a shadow appears out of the corner, but again, only the girl can see it. Her attention lifts from the book and over to the area but the shadow is gone.

"You summon him and he won't be forgiving with his collecting. He'll rip you to shreds." The voice warns.

"I'm willing to take that risk."

The sound of fingers snapping causes the female to look up, noticing time being stopped as she takes in her bandmates faces of frozen concentration.

"I have observed every ritual you've ever conducted from the first day you've summoned me,"

"And yet you still don't provide the means I ask for." The girl snapped, her black eyes as cold as death itself, as she scanned the area for the owner of the demonic voice.

"I wasn't meant to provide anything besides your safety."

Before she could even get in a breath, the female is being pinned to a wall by an invisible hand. The palm cuts off her wind pipes as she strains to suck in a breath from the impact of the concrete wall to her back. She opens her eyes and that's when she's met with a set of glowing irises. Red and purple swirling together as the demon shows itself. Its beauty is beyond comparison as the girl stares in awe.

"Don't forget the deal that you made with me," the demon reminds.

Pearly white teeth clench in pain as the drummer tries to free herself of the hold the demon had her under. "Don't...need....you..." she struggles to say.