The city streets of Imagination is filled with all kinds of species, foods, music, colours and whatever kinds of things you can think of that a city would have, etcetera. The sky is blue, the sun is bright and hot (not in that way you dirty minded p...
The night was cold, the lights were dim, clouds blocked the sky, the moon and stars were no where near bright. In the deep dark woods, with no trace of mortals found, the breeze was bitter. In the middle of these terrible described, sick of a forest, takes place an unnatural ritual.
Despite the dark, cold and bitter night, the place is the only one that's bright. Not of the sun nor of the moon, but of the bright blue light, shimmering from the large summoning circle, the Devil Pentagon. Inside the Devil Pentagon, are three men, two of the obvious immortals and one human, mortal. The mortal stands, his legs shaking terribly like a twig in a storm, on the right side of the Devil Circle.
"A contract between dwellers of earth and hell, have been completed by the divine rights of mortals and immortals alike."
In the middle of the circle was one of the two immortals present, with white, translucent wings, white long lush of locks and white dress, that looks like mourning gown, HIS appearance screamed Angel. The angel, said the ritual, his left hand rises and the Summoning Circle continues to brighten.
"I, Mephistopheles, the demon of fire and the devil of battle, hereby confirm that I have completed the wish of my contractor, the mortal, Yasha Shimmer."
The voice was incredibly deep, and it belongs to the other immortal, namely Mephistopheles, who stands on the left side, opposite from the mortal, Yasha Shimmer. After those words have been said, wind starts to rise from the Summoning Circle, Mephistopheles long red locks and the Angel's long white locks fly in the air. The dead leaves from the damp ground of the dark forest, fly up in the air, circling them like dead birds.
Mephistopheles was clearly the devil or demon whatever anyone wishes to call him. If his black, thick, long horns, thin, long, and hard tail, plus the pointy ears of elves was not enough to prove, then half of his body, including his face, being covered with black, hard scales of reptiles might. Mephisto blinks, his eyes were covered with unknown black substances instead of white unlike other creatures, with dark red pupils at the center, he continues the ritual.
"As a result, by the documents of our contract, I, Mephistopheles, the demon of fire and the devil of battle, shall claim the soul of my contractor, Yasha Shimmer, in the presence of the witness, angel Angelou."
Another flash of light and strong wind surround them, within a few seconds later, the mortal, namely Yasha Shimmer, disappeared from the Summoning Circle, leaving behind only the high class clothes, which he was wearing before. After Yasha's body disappeared, the wind started to settle and the blue light slowly disappeared and in it's place was the Summoning Circle without any light but was clearly seen drawn by blood.
Slowly, the atmosphere of the cold, dark and bitter wood of the forest starts to sink in, making the place no different from others. The only weird part is the bloody red stains of the Summoning Circle that tainted the cold, hard and muddy ground. Mephistopheles and Angelou appearances started to change. Angelou's wings and hilariously looking mourning gown disappeared and left only his long white locks and him wearing white suit. Mephistopheles lost his black that covers his whole eyes with the only visible demonic red pupils, along with his horns and tails, what left of him was his red short hair and black suit.
"Hah... over at last..."
Mephistopheles whines, stretching both his arms out in the air while stretching his legs at the same time, making terrifying sounds of cracks. The angel, Angelou, fixes his tie, pats the dust off his clothing and combs his long white locks with his long fingernails. Both were covered with dust and dead leaves.
"Indeed, suits really are the best..."
"You guys still haven't change those mourning clothes of yours huh?"
"As much as I agree, I'd rather not have this talk, Sir Mephistopheles. I'd rather not be punished."
"Sure, sure... it's a pain to change forms whenever we did the contract thing... I'm leaving..."
