Summoning The Sins

Chapter Three: Summons

A/N- so real quick shout out to angeleyes-demonsoul for all the Demon/Ouija tips cuz she writes alot of this so she's been helping me from that aspect a bit. She's like the Garcia to my BAU unit.

Thanks my Skittle

Also, TW this chapter cuz blood

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Connor was shaking under a blanket while Troye had his arm wrapped around him. Shane was sitting at the foot of the couch running his fingers through his hair. Mark was examining the notebook from the armchair for probably the twelfth time while moving his lips silently. Chris was sitting next to me, tapping his foot against mine nervously.

"This is just weird..." Chris whispered, "Too, too weird..."

"Christ sakes, we just spoke to something!" I hissed. I shook my head and leaned back on the couch we sat on. "Possibly more than one something..."

"I thought you had to believe for it to work though!" Chris turned to look at me.

"You don't?" I asked.

"I sure as hell know I didn't before this!" He exclaimed in a whisper, "I know you were never too keen on the idea either."

I responded only with a nod. I didn't really believe. Why would the dead stay here when they could either go up or down? I didn't see why they'd remain here...

"What are we going to do about this?" Mark spoke up, lifting the notebook and letting it drop to the coffee table. At first, everyone was quiet. Then Shane spoke up.

"Should we do it?" He asked quietly.

Connor pulled the blankets around him tighter. "Why would we do it!? Do-doesn't it need...blood sacrifice?" He was hesitant to finish. I had never seen Connor so freaked out. He was always the person to bring a lighter air to the room, but not tonight...

"We have to do it as individuals anyway." I spoke up, "Those of us who want to can I guess-"

"Why would you want to?" Troye interrupted with his thick accent. He looked at me with a shocked confusion, "That could be some demonic shit. It probably is some demonic shit! I don't want to mess with demonic shit."

"Well, if one of us was to test it..." I started again, but got cut off by Troye again.

"Who would want to do that?!"

Shane looked at the notebook on the table before looking down again. I looked at the notebook too. Why not? Maybe it was a stupid joke. Shane had been the one to write it down...and it was his game... Maybe it was just an elaborate rainy day hoax.

I leaned forward and grabbed the notebook from the table. "I'll do it." I said, beginning to scan the page of notes.

"You're out of your mind!" Chris turned completely in his seat to face me. His eyes were wide as he shook his head, "You can't be serious!"

"I mean, if someone has to..." I shrugged.

"I can do it." Mark said, standing. "I'm oldest, I should take a go first. If it doesn't do anything, we'll know it's a hoax. No one else has to try it."

He reached out for the notebook, but I shook my head. "Mark, I get you're older, but I want to do it. It's one at a time anyway, and I called dibs."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked. I nodded. The instructions were simple enough. I just needed to be in the other room.

"Where's the kitchen? Or bathroom, either will work honestly..." I asked, scanning over the instructions again.

Mark gestured to me to follow him. I got up from the couch and followed him out of the room. He lead me down the hall and into a large kitchen, when he stopped and turned to face me.

"Dan, if you won't let me go first, let me at least do it at the same time as you." He said with a determined look in his eye.

"But Mark, it's one at a time." I said, holding out the notebook. He shook his head, taking out his phone.

"Individually." He said, carefully lining up the page and taking a picture. "As long as we're in different rooms, we'll be fine. I have my copy, and you have yours." He handed back the notebook and shook his phone in his hand.

I just shook my head with a slight grin on my face. "You're a stubborn one."

"Very." Mark agreed, a grin of his own spreading across his face. He walked over to the cabinets and pulled down two bowls before he pulled out a drawer to grab two knives. He set one next to one of the bowls on the counter. The other, he placed inside the second bowl and turned to me. "You take the bathroom. I'll do it in here."

I nodded, taking the bowl and knife from Mark's hand. He pointed to the hall on the other side of the kitchen and I began walking over.

"Dan." I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him. "Be careful." He said with a nod of reassurance.

I nodded back. "You too." I turned away and continued to the end of the kitchen. Just at the end of the short hall, there was an open door. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. It was a small space with barely enough room for the toilet, shower, and sink it held. I set the bowl in the sink and propped the notebook behind the spout the water came out of.

Alright... Looks like I was doing this. Okay. No pressure...

I looked at the instructions. There was a phrase in another language that I had to repeat before I held the knife in my hand tight enough that it drew blood. There was just no way that I could supernatural that shit and cut into my arm. Sorry Sam and Dean.

I looked over the words, mumbling them silently to myself before I sighed. "Okay, Dan... You can do this." I looked in the mirror and nodded to myself. "Let's do this."

I took a deep breath of air before I repeated the words quietly. "Clamabunt ad me, et ego spiritum. i tibi offerunt hoc sacrificium sanguine Romam me iuvarent."

I then quickly lifted the knife into my hand and closed my eyes before squeezing. I felt it pierce my skin, making me scrunch my eyes tighter. I could feel how the blood began to drip down the blade and hit the bowl. I hated it. Why was I doing this? It was just some stupid game...

"You thought it was stupid? I found it quite entertaining."

My eyes shot open as a unfamiliar northern accent filled my ears. In the mirror behind me, I could see a figure with raven black eyes and a dark fringe to match staring at me.

"Hello Daniel..." The figure simply grinned.