After an anxiety ridden trip to the late-night supermarket, Cass had all the ingredients needed for the ritual. A pork tenderloin, but only for the blood. It'd make good food after, though. Salt, though he couldn't quite remember what for.
Cass set to work. He cleared the laundry off of the floor and rolled up the carpet, then dipped his fingers in the pigs blood.
He took a deep breath and began to draw on the floor, gently chanting the words that he'd memorized from the Wikipedia page. Once he was done drawing on the floor, he smeared the leftover blood onto his forehead, Lion King style. He wasn't sure why, he thought maybe that it was to make him look like a fool, but he couldn't take any risks when it was his love-life on the line.
But he was taking a risk. Cass was about to take such a large risk that most mortals trembled and cowered beneath the thought of, calling upon the beastly. But he would do anything, and he meant anything, when it came to Gabriella Qi-es.
He lit a candle, and the scent of cherries and watermelon wafted through the room. Cass stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, chanting new words, "Io daemonium, adepto huc! Io daemonium, adepto huc! Ecce ego vitae meae homo!" His voice gradually rose in both volume and pitch as he continued to chant. He silently prayed that nobody in the dorms knew Latin, or he was screwed. "Io daemonium, adepto--"
The flames on the candles rose, and the curtains whipped. Cass's eyes widened. The widow was closed.
In the middle of the floor, stood a creature, over six feet tall, humanoid in stature. Cass stumbled to the floor as the thing looked up. Not a thing, a man.
He was dressed in a black tailcoat with red and gold embellishments, the back whipping around his black pants violently. His shoes were neatly polished, black and shiny. Cass told himself to breathe and urged himself to look up. The man had dark hair, tied back in a braid that cascaded down his back, and his eyes were mismatched, one yellow, one red.
He was beautiful.
Beautiful couldn't even begin to describe him, he--
"You summon me, Mortal?"
A/N: I just know going to have fun writing this
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Men and the Beastly
Roman d'amourAfter summoning a demon to try and get the girl, Cassius Patel finds himself in loads of debt. What he doesn't know is who he is indebted to is working against him. . .
