Summoning The Demon

So that was his name, she pondered. She knew she shouldn't be surprised. After all, demons were angels cast out of heaven. Their names would never be needed, or known. That's what was thought or taught in the church.

Now she knew those holy men had been wrong. She needed to be made aware of the evil that lurked underneath her and in her village. She had found out about the black book because of her insatiable curiosity. It had never been real to her only a myth that nursemaids discussed with her when she was a child. She knew better now.

She read the stained parchment: " To summon the demon the summoner must cut the wrist three times and using their own blood write the runes. (There were three symbols she could not make out). Summoner must invoke by using the incantation Belith, the mighty and terrible king of hell. commander of the 85 legions, I beseech your presence unto thee."

She hadn't brought a dagger with her. She didn't want to go back. It would take too long. She looked around and found a loose piece of slate. It was flat and Jagged like the tip of a blade.

Since losing her family, her thoughts of suicide ebbed and flowed with each day, but never had she wanted to cut herself. She walked back over to the book, picked it up once more, and stood in the center of the dark cavern. She sat the book down and began the ritual. She held the sharp stone in one hand and pressed it into the soft flesh of her wrist. To her surprise its sliced through her skin like tissue paper.

She watched her bright red blood rush forward. Oddly enough, she felt no pain. She used the rock once more and sliced a half inch above the open wound, and then repeated it for the third and final time. She dropped the stone to the ground and looked at her wrist. Three wounds gushing forth her blood. She used her pointer and middle finger and dipped it into her open wounds. It stung.

She kept her breathing as calm as she possibly could. In the moment, she felt like she was outside of her body. She watched herself use the blood and write the symbols from the book on the stone inside of the pentagram, in the center of the room. She held her bleeding wrist when she was finished.

Then she said the words, "Belith, the mighty and terrible king of hell. Commander of the 85 legions, I beseech your presence unto thee."

The room began to rumble low and her blood on the ground turned from dark red to bright blue. The light grew brighter and began to hurt her eyes. She covered her face as the light continued to get brighter and brighter. It seemed like it was forever, but it was only a few seconds when the light died down. She lowered her hand and there he was.

He stood a mere six inches from her. He took her breath away but she would rather die than admit it to anyone else. This time he wore a black waist coat, and black breeches his silver blue hair was wet and slicked back at his expression looked anything but pleased to her. The feeling was mutual, she thought to herself. He suddenly pulled her to him and kissed her, taking her breath away...