(I AM NOT A SATAN WORSHIPPER ‼️)

You've never been possessed by a demon, until now. After you were possessed, and two boys had helped with an exorcism, you felt happy, and free.. but something always itched in the back of your mind. The feeling of power that coursed through your veins. You hated - perhaps even loathed - taking lives. It was an awful feeling. But, after that demon had possessed you, it corrupted you in a sort of way that made you writhe in your own skin from fear. Not of the demon, but of yourself.

When somebody cracks, it could be an angry outburst, or crying until you pass out. But you... When you cracked, it wasn't exactly what anybody would call sane. No - you were far from sane now. The tinting of your soul from that powerful demon took a toll, and you wanted more. You didn't want that demon - you wanted the man himself. The one and only..

Lucifer.

You set up all your items for the ritual. You say in a secluded abandoned house - away from any civilization. You wanted a one on one with the man himself, you had to have him possess you. You needed to be his vessel. If not, it would've been all for nothing.

You did the chant, and cut your palm with a small knife, watching the blood drip slowly into the brazen bowl of little ingredients. Suddenly, you felt the aura.. the aura like no other.

"Is he here?" You thought to yourself, glancing around the room. You thought it hadn't work, until you heard footsteps. You turned to see him. Your eyes widened, looking upon the man that he occupied. He spoke.

"I haven't been summoned in a while. Always thought someone ripped out the other line of the pay phone. I'm quite surprised." He said, calm and collected, his voice laced with a bit of humour.

He looked up, noticing the devil's trap. He sighed.

"Seriously? This old thing? It won't hold me forever." He shoves his hands in his pockets, humming.

You got him right where you want him! What do you do?