Crimson Wounds

Chapter One - Summoning

For years I have longed just for one thing – for my nation to be great again. Years of misery have left the British Isles in despair and decay. Unfortunately for me, I was not born as a part of the greatest generation, although if I would be born, I would do anything in my power to stop my homeland's empire from collapsing. 

Today, I think I finally found the answer. For time to time, I check some blogs on rituals, out of pure boredom, honestly. But one blog post, in particular, drew my attention. It was a post from a person under a nickname of "Chernobylus Maximus", who specialized in summoning rituals. Demons, devils, elder gods, anything you would like to kill you and your neighbourhood. Anyway, the post was titled "How to summon a wish-making deity 101". As he said in the post, it will summon the elder god Nyarlathotep, and he will be obliged to make your three wishes come true. As a requirement, I will need a few things such as a pile of ashes, a gold coin, a heart (may even be an animal heart, the human heart is fortunately not needed), three litres of blood, black cat's eye and an empty book or notebook. 

I took a great effort of gathering the ingredients, though the hardest to obtain were blood and cat's eye (ashes were not hard to come by since I had to burn some wood, and animal's heart can be bought in any butcher shop or section in supermarkets). First was hard for obvious reasons, and the second was even harder since my area is not really fond of cats in general. 

Gathering the blood required some deception. I made my way towards a local Red Cross institution and lied about my siblings needing blood because they lost it during some accident or something. To my surprise, they have agreed to my request and gave blood needed for the ritual. The best thing from this ordeal was the fact that my siblings never had an accident. Mostly because they did not even exist. Black cat to my surprise was really easy to find, as one animal shelter had a one. The kitten was very small, with jet black fur, so he will do perfectly. After driving back home, I prepared a place for him and gave the poor bastard some food and waited for the full moon.
The time finally came, and I prepared everything needed according to ritual: I drew a pentagram out of pure, red blood, put the book in the middle and scattered the ash on its cover. In the right and left corners of the pentagram, I placed the cat's eye and chicken heart, freshly taken from the refrigerator. Finally, after kneeling before the book I put down the gold coin on the pile of the ash and begun to chant : 

Veni! Veni ad me, salutari meo. Veni, et ponam in regione mortis, non est illic, ubi effugium!

I chanted and chanted the Latin phrase over and over, but nothing was happening. After about five minutes, I stopped, and from behind, I heard a high scream, nearly ear piercing, which lasted what I thought hours without end. But finally, it halted. I took the risk and looked behind my back. That thing that was behind me was a mass of green tentacles, coming from a light blue portal-like thing. As I expected, it grabbed me, and after its capture, I lost consciousness.