Spells [Min Yoongi]

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She would admit that attempting to smash Satan's face with a frying pan was not one of her best moments. She didn't think very much before doing it, to be fair. It was the only weapon she had and there was an intruder in her house claiming to be Satan (which she learned was pretty much true). Considering he was a strange guy who took care of the dead people, it probably shouldn't have surprised her when the pan flew out of her hands with the snap of his fingers. He only snapped for effect.

Of course, at the moment of the incident, [Name] still thought he was some crazy guy who somehow got into her house, so the frying pan flying out of her hand was quite a surprise.

"What the fuck?! How?" she exclaimed. She didn't see any string or anything on the pan, so he couldn't have just pulled it or something. But he couldn't possibly actually be Satan, right?

"It's called fucking magic," the black haired crazy man said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. 'Magic doesn't exist,' is what you're all told. News flash: it does! Can we skip that shit? Here, I'll even prove it." He disappeared and [Name] almost screamed when she felt a tap on her shoulder just to find out that it was the creepy guy. Satan. Yeah, she could believe that now. Sort of.

"Why the fuck would Satan's summoning ritual involve baking a cake?" [Name] asked, not convinced.

"Because I made it and I wanted it to be complicated and ridiculous so that no one would figure it out. Contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy seeing people suffer and I don't want to end the world. All I do is take care of all those dead people. I don't want sacrifices, okay?" he explained. [Name] never thought Satan would roll his eyes so much.

"So you're not okay with human sacrifices, but you're okay with poor unhatched chickens being sacrificed?" [Name] continued to interrogate the guy who most likely really was Satan.

"Can you really judge me when you were the one sacrificing them?" he asked. [Name] cursed. It was a valid argument.

"Okay. I have one more question," [Name] decided. Yoongi sighed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"If magic is real, and I summoned you using magic, does that mean I can do magic?" [Name] looked up at Yoongi excitedly.

"Well, yeah, technically. But since you're human, you can only do some spells that require a bunch of materials and shit. So no, you can't set something on fire with the snap of your fingers or whatever," he answered with a shrug. As [Name]'s expression brightened he realized that he definitely made a terrible mistake.

"Teach me," she demanded.

"No," he replied immediately.

"Yes."

"I could kill you with a snap of my fingers," Yoongi hissed.

"You just take care of the dead people. You don't want them sacrificed. I doubt that you want to kill anyone either," [Name] argued. She put her hands on her hips and stared at Yoongi. "Teach me magic, Satan."

"I'm the one in control here. You shouldn't be making demands, human," Yoongi growled.

"My name is [Name]," she snapped. "and I was the one who summoned you."

Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance. He was stuck in the human world for at least an hour before he could return. Damn summoning rituals.

"Alright, I'll teach you a few spells. But only because I'm stuck here for an hour because of this summoning and this world is boring," Yoongi said. "and my name is Yoongi."

"Hell yeah!" [Name] exclaimed, punching the air. "Satan is gonna teach me magic. I'm officially the coolest." Yoongi rolled his eyes as he watched her. He thought his summoning ritual was complicated enough to avoid such situations, but apparently not. Damn humans. Always doing some crazy shit.

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