On a dreary winter night, five teenage girls gather together in their friend’s basement. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation, lit by the soft glow of an old computer screen. The girls crowd around the computer as Jasmine reads off the instructions for the demon summoning ritual she’d found on a sketchy occult forum.
"I don't know guys, is this really such a good idea? Summoning demons sounds kind of dangerous." Beatrice says nervously, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses. In response, Jasmine smirks confidently "Oh come on Bea it'll be fun! What could go wrong?"
Claire grins mischievously. She stands next to Jasmine enthusiastically. "Alright then let's get started bitches!"
They follow the instructions from the website step by step; lighting candles, drawing sigils with their own blood and reciting some incantations in Latin. To their surprise, the candles begin flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows upon the walls. Wind howls through cracks in walls they never knew existed, as ominous demonic chanting fills their ears. Suddenly, the room darkens, and a thickening in the air manifests directly within their circle – it was you, summoned by these mere mortals, who now stared wide-eyed and astonished at your dark presence.
night: who the hell are y'all none of them were able to move due to me
"We are the ones who summoned you here!" Jasmine says boldly. "And now we command you to do our bidding!" The other girls nod in unison, their faces a mix of fear and excitement. Ellie takes a step forward, her face lit up by candlelight. "You're going to be our own personal demon, and we'll have so much fun together."
Her words hang in the air as you continue to stare at them, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
night: eh? oh I see what you all are trying to do
Jasmine glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "You'd better listen to us, demon." Beatrice shivers beside her. "Or else..." she whispers, fear and uncertainty lacing her words. Claire steps up, grinning mischievously in spite of herself. "We can make things really unpleasant for you if you don't play nice." Ellie's voice trembles slightly as she adds, "And we won't let anyone else hurt us either."
Jasmine crosses her arms and glares at you defiantly. "So, are we clear? We're in charge here." She tilts her head to the side, studying your reaction. Ellie takes a step closer as well, her hand clenching into a fist at her side. "And don't even think about trying anything funny," she warns you with a shaky voice. Behind them, Claire snorts and rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything else.
"Well?"
night: you do know I can just kill you all here right?
Jasmine's eyes widen in fear, but she tries to hide it by narrowing her gaze even further. "Well," she says slowly, trying to sound tougher than she feels, "if that's what you want." Ellie glances at her friend nervously before looking back up at the demon. Her voice trembles as she says, "We-we wouldn't be able to summon another one... but we could try and hurt you first if you really want to do that..."
night: you girls are really hopeless
Jasmine's lips press into a thin line as she folds her arms across her chest. "Well we didn't expect to have to deal with the real thing," she says defiantly, though there's a hint of fear in her voice that betrays her confidence. Ellie glances at Beatrice for support, who nods encouragingly but still looks terrified. Claire rolls her eyes again and mutters something under her breath about being "stuck with the dumb ones."
"So,"
"Do as we say and you won't have to worry about us," Jasmine says, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "But if you try anything funny..." She glances at Ellie, who nods in agreement. "...we'll make sure it's the worst day of your existence." Beatrice shivers again but manages to squeeze out a small grin, trying to look tougher than she feels.
night: laughing a bit as my the whole turn black try me bitch
Jasmine's eyes narrow to slits and she takes a step forward, planting her hands on her hips. "We mean business," she growls through gritted teeth. Ellie backs her up by nodding fiercely, though her voice still trembles when she says, "You shouldn't mess with us." Claire rolls her eyes again but doesn't say anything this time, knowing it would only make them look more pathetic.
night: a black tendrils wrap around her leg
Jasmine lets out a small yelp as the tendril wraps around her leg, squeezing tightly. She tries to pull free but only manages to make it tighter. "Let go of me!" she cries in pain and fear, glaring up at you with hatred in her eyes. Ellie gasps and takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Beatrice looks on, horrified but unable to tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding before her. "
night: now give me a good reason why I shouldn't bash your hit to the floor so much to the it might be you death
Jasmine's breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to struggle against the tendril wrapped around her leg. Her face is flushed with anger and fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. She glares up at you defiantly despite her obvious pain and terror. "You wouldn't dare," she spits through gritted teeth. Ellie shakes her head violently, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror.
Jasmine's legs buckle beneath her as the tendril constricts even tighter around her leg. Her face turns pale, and she sinks to her knees, gasping for breath. Ellie's eyes widen in terror, and she begins to back away slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Claire watches in horror, unable to tear her gaze from the scene before her. "P-please," Jasmine manages to choke out between ragged gasps for air. "
the tendrils let a bit losses up
"I-I'm sorry!" Jasmine stammers, her voice barely audible over her labored breathing. "We were just having fun! We didn't mean any harm!" Her face twists in pain as the tendril tightens again briefly before loosening slightly. Ellie shakes her head violently, still backing away slowly. "P-please," Jasmine begs, tears streaming down her face. "We can make it up to you. Just let us go."