Daemon summoning 101 -featuring Nightmare-

A new day begins like so

Night was shook awake by his brother, Dream. He stretched languidly, enjoying the last vestiges of sleep as they ebbed away from his consciousness. Dream only shook him harder.

"What? What? I'm already up, what do you want?" Night snapped irritably. 

"Its Summoning Day for the upperclassmen, Night! You're supposed to already have been there by now!" That had gotten a fire under Nights' metaphorical ass, causing to leap up with a yelp and check the calendar. Yup. Summoning Day. Night dashed about the room, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt on under his black robes. Night, brother of Dream, an underclassmen as president of the debate team, football and archery star, and every cheerleaders' wet dream, did not live up to standards. Any standards, really. He sometimes helped out at the library, owned a book collection in a shelf longer than he was tall, and only kissed a girl once. Out of pity, she said to her friends later. It was difficult for Night, preferring to stay away from scrutiny, to always be watched, criticized for every move he made. To live in the shadow of his younger brother. He didn't blame Dream, though. It wasn't his fault. More of the fault of the people surrounding. 

Night burst into the classroom, winded, ten minutes over. 

"Mr. Night. How pleased we are for you to have decided to join us." Night bowed him head in shame as the teacher berated him. "Since you know enough to skip out on my lecture, how about you summon your own beast? Right now." The teacher stepped aside and Night stood there dumbstruck. How was he supposed to summon something without proper preparation? 

"Well? We are waiting." The teacher prompted. Night swallows and nodded, digging in his pocket for anything to be of use. He scrounged up an old candy wrapper, an apple and some summoning chalk. Looking out among the snickering students, Night cringed and bent down to create the circle. He made sure it was even, unbroken, perfect. It was the least he could do. The runes running along the inside line of the circle was tricky, thankfully Night read enough that he could recite them off by memory. After examination, he carefully avoided eye contact with anyone as he spoke. 

'æðx§ç+ī0åµf ¥¦⁍¶ª௹₯฿﷼ʤɔʩɾʃ'

Nights' confidence grew with each letter spoken, soon enunciating them clearly and powerfully. At the apex of his cast, he rolled the apple into the circle with a,

"Hear me, so mote it be!" That last word was spoken, sealing the spell, and thick black smoke poured from the circle in great big clouds. A singular, black hand, as deep as the midnight itself, picked up the apple, and rose it, five, six, seven, almost eight feet up off the ground. A face appeared through the haze, dark and terror inducing, as scary as the shadows that lurk in the corners of the moon. White teeth flashed, sharp and deadly, biting through the apples' skin with an echoing crunch. Everyone was silent for a pregnant pause, allowing the being in the circle to enjoy the offer given. It didn't last, the students screaming and running for the exits, the teacher grabbing holy items and brandishing them at the  unconcerned creature. Its' glowing eyes slipped down, hovering around half a sixth foot off of the ground. More eyes appeared, three pairs of them blinked open, all different colors, all glowing menacingly. They all gazed at Night as he raised his hand towards the apple and blurted the first thing that came to mind,

"That's for my familiar"

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Ended on a cliffhanger, huh? I'll write more either today or tomorrow, but please tell me how you like it so far!