Their Satanic Majesties - The Rolling Stones

Vellamy

"This is a bad idea, guys." A meek blonde spoke as he looked about the gloomy forest in between two of his friends with Mick and Keith leading them deeper and deeper.

"Oh lighten up, Brian, we said we would show you and that's what we're doing." The tallest of the group spoke, sounding irritated as they finally stopped and dropped their heap of books on the ground.

"Grab a book and start reading while we set the area up." Keith demanded, turning around to set his bag down and take out all the candles he brought. Charlie was quiet through it all, sitting against a tree with one of the books.

"So is this like goat sacrifice and shit, pricking your finger and voodoo dolls?" Bill teased as he took a seat with a book, hearing an overdone mocking laugh from Mick.

"Oh ha ha, real funny." The brown haired boy rolled his eyes, lighting all of them and using some black chalk to draw a large pentagram on a concrete slab that remained grounded where they remained.

"Let me guess, after we summon Satan we'll walk around this gloomy forest and tell spooky ghost stories?" The darkest haired persisted, Brian letting out a laugh as he found his comments quite comical. Even Charlie cracked a smile at it, Mick growled but kept his mouth shut.

Around fifteen minutes passed before they were set, being signalled to come over to the pentagram lined with lit candles.

"Who wants to try first? This is a weather spell, so it's simple. Now, who wants to make it snow?" Mick announced, the boys staying silent until Charlie waved his hand.

"I'll try, I guess." With a sigh he stood, walking over in the center of the circle with a book Mick handed him.

"Just say the words and hold your left hand up to the sky, focus on everything you say." Keith explained, nodding. "Go on."

Charlie groaned but looked down at the page, doing as instructed and raising his hand.

"Oh, Goddess of Cold please send more snow. A blizzard would be nice, so make it as cold as ice. By the power of three, so mote it be!" The man exclaimed, waiting for a few moments with everyone standing silent. When the moments passed, Bill busted out into laughter.

"Oh big surprise, it didn't work! Let's slit the throat of some chickens, maybe the 'Goddess of Cold' will answer then!" He kicked one of the candles over, waving his hands. "Or MAYBE this is all just fake!"

Suddenly a ice cold gust of wind blew, Brian's eyes widening as he slowly looked at the deep blue sky. That was when a small, gentle snowflake whisped through the air before landing on Bill's cheek. That was when a barage of cold, icy flakes whipped across the men when two dark sets of laughter came through the white powder.

"The Goddess hears all!" Mick yelled, a wicked smile stretching along his face.

"Okay, okay you're right- but we need to get out of here!" Brian used his coat to block it from getting in his face, shaking as he was absolutely terrified to find out that this stuff was entirely real. Charlie grabbed the blonde headed man, tugging him along as Bill booked it as quickly as he could manage. Keith and Mick quickly rounded up their supplies, using one of the candles as a light source.

"Hurry up now!"

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Brand new story with the idea coming from burningiceq's story Coven! She gave me permission to do this so hopefully this works out well! Some fore-warning, there will be demonic possession and some very dark topics among voodoo and self harming during rituals. Fun fun fun! Hope all of you ladies, gents and others will enjoy it!