『7』

Matt called the number on the card, and the same lady picked up. "Hello, it's Matt Donovan," he began, "you gave me your card and said to call when I get serious."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then the woman's voice, warm and inviting, responded, "Matt, I've been waiting for your call. It's lovely that you're taking things seriously.

"Come down to 432 South Roosevelt Rd, Brooklyn, as soon as possible," the lady said, then abruptly hung up. Matt quickly got up, got ready, and reached the address.

When he arrived, he was greeted by a stunning building that exuded an aura of elegance and sophistication.

"Hello, I'm Matt Donovan, and I have an appointment," Matt confidently announced as he reached the reception desk. The lady behind the desk looked at him momentarily, then picked up the phone to make a quick call. After a brief conversation, she turned back to Matt and smiled.

"Welcome, Mr. Donovan," she said, "please take the elevator to the 8th floor. Someone will be waiting for you there."

Matt went to the designated floor and was greeted by a petite woman who instructed him to follow her. As he followed her through a maze of corridors, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation.

Finally, they arrived at an office, and as Matt walked in, he was surprised to see the same woman he had spoken to on the phone. She extended her hand with a warm smile and introduced herself, "I'm Camilla Delatour. Please, have a seat."

Matt took a chair, his curiosity piqued, and Camilla continued, "I've noticed something about you, Matt. There's an aura around you that few people possess." She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "It's an energy, a certain spark, and I believe we can channel it to take you to stardom."

Matt couldn't help but inject a bit of humor into the conversation. "Do I have to sell my soul for this stardom?" he quipped with a smirk.

Camilla laughed at his remark, her laughter warm and genuine. "You're beautiful and funny, Matt," she replied, her eyes still twinkling with amusement. "But no, you don't have to sell your soul. We're here to make sure your journey to stardom is fulfilling and authentic."

She leaned back in her chair and continued, "I believe in your potential, and I want to represent you. Together, we will take your career to new heights, and I promise it'll be a remarkable journey. We'll work hard but do it in a way that's true to who you are."

"Sign me up," Matt said enthusiastically, eager to embark on this new chapter of his life. They spent most of their time discussing the logistics of the arrangement, from contracts to scheduling.

Matt hesitated momentarily, realizing he didn't have much money to support himself. He confessed, "I'm a bit short on funds right now."

Camilla chuckled once more, her confidence unwavering. "Don't worry about that, darling. We'll have you covered," she reassured him. "Give me until the end of the week, and I'll arrange a place for you to stay. And if everything goes as planned, your pockets should be lined pretty well in no time."

Over the next few weeks, Matt and Camilla worked tirelessly to kickstart his career. With Camilla's guidance, Matt began attending auditions, networking with industry professionals, and polishing his skills. He was introduced to photographers, directors, and casting agents, and slowly but surely, he gained recognition.

As promised, Camilla had arranged a comfortable place for Matt to stay, and the support he received went beyond just securing accommodations. She ensured he had the essentials and could focus on his career without financial worries.

Matt's confidence grew each day, and his hard work started paying off. He landed a few modeling gigs and a small acting role in a local production. The buzz around him began to build, and the road to stardom seemed well within reach.

Throughout the past few weeks, Matt maintained regular contact with Caroline, updating her on the progress of his budding career. He would excitedly share the news of the numerous modeling appointments he booked and the minor acting roles he managed to secure.

Matt really never made friends in his past life, but Caroline was the exception. She was like a ball of sunshine and warmth who would do anything for her friends.

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While Matt was heading home from a gig one night, things turned weird. Many witches appeared and circled him out of nowhere, chanting in a strange language he couldn't make heads or tails of. Matt tried to fight, but those witches packed a mean punch. In no time, he was out like a light.

Matt was chained in a dimly lit basement when he finally regained consciousness. Panic surged through him as he tugged at the chains, but they held fast, and he couldn't break free. Frustration and fear mounted as he began yelling for help.

After a few minutes, one of the witches entered the room, seemingly unperturbed by his pleas. She stood right in front of Matt, her face inches from his. "Look who's awake," she said with an unsettling smile.

Exhausted and hungry, Matt asked, "What do you want from me? "

The woman let out a chilling laugh and said, "I want your power. You're an incubus, and I've been waiting years for a new one to surface. Now that you have," she continued, gripping his chin to force him to meet her eyes, "my coven and I are going to sacrifice you."

Matt strained against his restraints, but his weakened state made it futile. Knowing he hadn't fed in a while, he felt physically drained and vulnerable. He wisely chose to conserve his energy and instead focused on listening to the conversation upstairs using his heightened senses.

Upstairs, he could hear the woman who had confronted him earlier saying, "In one week, the full moon will grace the sky. We'll channel its power, eliminate the boy, and claim his power as our own."

During that long, lonely week in the basement, Matt wrestled with his emotions and made several attempts to break free from the unyielding chains that bound him. He used every ounce of his strength to pull, twist, and tug at the chains, but they held firm.

Frustration grew as he realized that, in his weakened state, he was breaking free from his restraints. he tried to cope by laughing at how stupid he'd been, but that laughter eventually turned into tears. Then it was back to laughter, and the cycle just kept repeating itself until he had no more energy left to keep it going.

After a period of captivity, the witches finally returned for Matt. He was too tired and hungry to fight, and their magical abilities proved overpowering. They used their magic to render him unconscious.

When Matt regained consciousness, he was in an eerie clearing surrounded by the witches. The main witch, with a chilling grin, appraised him and remarked, "You're quite handsome, too bad you have to die."

Matt attempted to leave the circle but quickly realized a powerful boundary spell held him in place. His gaze fixed on the main witch, who continued chanting with her coven. The air grew thick with anticipation as the ritual reached its climax.

"Brothers and sisters," the main witch declared, "the moon is at its apex, and so is our power. Now it is time to sacrifice the boy."

Helpless and overpowered, Matt could do nothing as a couple of the witches held him down, and his strength drained. With an eerie sense of determination, the main witch painted symbols across his body..

As she completed the arcane symbols, she reached for a knife. Matt's heart raced with terror as she plunged it into his chest, and a searing pain coursed through him.

As he gasped for air, Matt's survival instinct kicked in. He didn't want to die, not again. There was so much he still wanted to experience in this life. The pain was unbearable, but it fueled his desire to live, and he wasn't ready to give up without a fight. In the midst of the ritual, he summoned every ounce of his willpower to resist the looming darkness, but he lost a lot of blood and his consciousness.

Initially pleased by what seemed like the success of their ritual, the witches were taken aback when they saw Matt's eyes gleaming with that radiant, cleansing silver light. He rose to his feet, and a wicked grin formed as he taunted them in a deeper, more ominous voice. "You think you can kill me? I have been around for millennia."

The main witch stared at him in growing fear and confusion. "You are not the boy who... not what are you?" she stammered.

With his voice now resonating with menace, Matt declared, "Oh, darling, I am Asmodeus, and I do not concern you; I meant to protect the boy from death. Your actions in harming this boy will result in eternal punishment for your souls."

With a swift motion, he removed the knife from his body, and the witches watched in horror as his wounds healed. Matt's eyes glowed even brighter, their silver radiance intensifying, as he prepared to exact his revenge.

"Now it's time for all of you to pay," Asmoduous declared. He opened his mouth, and a powerful force drew the life force, the chi, from every single witch present. Despite their desperate attempts to resist, they were powerless against his overwhelming strength. His eyes blazed with an even more brilliant silver light as he fed on their life energy, exacting retribution for their treacherous actions.

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