The Summons

Chapter one

"da nobis fidei nostrae ad te, et nunc, et exaudi nos in nostra causa copulare"

"The phrase that would define the beginning of the end of my life. That stupid fucking spell. It was a Tuesday, Or wednesday, I don't really remember, but the date is besides the point. I was seven years old, and I was sitting in the backyard of my parents suburban dream house. A two story behemoth of brick and lies built generations ago by my prick of a grandfather. Surrounded by houses identical to mine separated only by our picket fences and my parents off putting personalities. I had taken my favorite toy outside for our regularly scheduled romp around the tropics of our vastly unexplored backyard as my parents made their way under the home to the dank underbelly of a basement secluded and hidden away underneath the floor of our ironically small laundry room. My mother and Father usually conducted business underneath the house so i never thought of it as odd, thinking back, I probably should have.

"Cindy, could you bring the body to me please? I have to finish the symbol." He took out his medical tools and spun the small knife around within his fingers.

"Sure, dear would you like me to finish the last six things you have asked of me or do you want this done first?" She dug her fingernails into the wrist of the shaggy haired man who lay lifeless underneath her and began to drag his corpse to her husband

"I would prefer you bring the body to me first, but I think the correct answer for this is to let you decide" a small chuckle left his lips as he flipped through a little notebook of symbols.

"If that doesn't sum up our relationship, then i don't know what will."
Cindy laid the young man next to her husband, careful to rest the head as not to disrupt the corpse. She rubbed the bloodstained hands that sat attached to her body on the brown Khakis she adorned every day, and returned to the oak wood table in the center of the room. The book that rested to the right of the table covered in the scribbled writing of her unorganized husband made her giggle as she unsheathed the blade that was snug in her belt. "Tony, are you almost finished? We are going to miss him, and you know how important it is to him that the timing is perfect." She placed the blade on the table making sure to make it vertical to the spine of the book.

"I am going as fast as I can, but you can't rush art, this has to be precise and perfect. You think he get's pissy about time, wait until you see what happens if I fuck this up," as the blade of his scalpel dug into the flesh of young man his wife had seduced the night before, Some blood ejected from the fresh wound inscribed upon the young man's neck onto Tony's collar. He brushed it off as he hoisted the corpse over his shoulder and lumbered to the Altar his wife had been preparing. Noticing her Husband's footsteps Cindy moved from her position allowing her spouse ample room to lay the body upon the oak table. She noticed a certain stillness in the air, the basement seemed smaller almost, their own little world of books and blood seemed to shrink around her and she began doubting this ordeal taken on by her and her husband.

"Darling, are we sure we're doing this right? Maybe you should look through the book just one more time?" Cindy checked over both her shoulder to observe her surroundings once more

Tony balled his fists at the hesitation of his wife and slowly raised his head from the young man "Babe, this is what it said, get the offering", he gestured to the lifeless boy in front of them. "Cut the symbol, And say the incantation." He turned from his wife once more and grabbed the book from the top right of the table.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'm just frightened is all", Cindy chuckled again, "you never forget your first time" she looked to her husband with a slight grin and stifled a giggle, raising her hands to brush the blonde hair in her eyes behind her ear.

"No, no you don't", Tony's laugh echoed throughout the small basement as he picked out a page in their book and took his wife's hand in his own. Standing with his wife and the body of a new missing persons poster, He felt a joy he hadn't in a long while, an excitement one gets when they see a loved one after an absence. "Now, we finish what we started"