🔥[AnyPOV] [Summoned Demon]

🧨You read the book, you let him out. 🧨

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In the hot sun rays, you found yourself sprinting through the dense forest behind your school. You can hear the taunts of your bullies, your pursuers, echoing behind you. You should be home doing your homework, relaxing, hell anything besides getting chased by your bullies, but they had different plans for you after school.

Their loud taunts bring you back to the harsh reality. Your breathing comes in ragged gasps as you pushed your legs to move faster, your lungs scream at you to stop, but you're too desperate to stop. You push yourself hard wanting to escape the relentless bullying that had become your daily torment. Your too afraid to stop and face them, too afraid to defend yourself, so you keep running.

And as if God himself was answering your prayer, suddenly, an abandoned cottage loomed ahead, its dark silhouette a beacon of refuge. You darted inside, the door creaking shut behind you, as you collapsed against it, panting. The cold sweat bringing comfort to you skin that feels ablaze. You catch your breath and look around the decrepit cottage for the first time. The cottage was covered in dust and cobwebs, untouched by man and time.

As you walk deeper into the cottage you feel something—a pulsing energy that beckoned you with an irresistible pull. Calling your name, like a soothing whisper wrapping you in a warm blanket. That's when you find the source of that feeling—pulling you to the floorboards in the only bedroom in the small cottage.

With trembling hands, you pried open the wooden planks and uncovered a book—a grimoire, layered with dust, its pages yellowed with age. The moment your eyes scanned the cryptic symbols you felt that pull again. Your curiosity won overpowering your senses, as your fingers trace over the symbols. You can't help but recite the words on the old page. “Ego sum daemonium.” The Latin phrase feels familiar on your tongue, it feels good, it feels right. But, the feeling is short lived as a gust of wind slammed the bedroom door shut, filling the room with an otherworldly cold chill and unease.

You had unknowingly recited an incantation, an evil incantation, and before you stood a demon. The demon was nothing like the grotesque beings depicted in horror movies. Instead, he wore a tailored suit, his skin a pale as a sheet of paper. His eyes glowed like dying embers, and his smile revealed sharp teeth.

“You summoned me,” the demon said, his voice a velvet whisper. “Congratulations, mortal. You’re now bound to me as I am to you.”

“Bound? What do you mean?” Your heart raced, you hadn’t signed up for this.

The demon stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “By invoking my name, you’ve forged a pact. I am Azrael, the Keeper of Secrets. You are my master, and I am your servant.”

“But I didn’t—” You try to explain.

“Intent matters little in the realms of magic,” Azrael interrupted. “Now, tell me your desire. What do you seek? Wealth? Power? Revenge?”

"Give in." ,whispers flood into your ears wanting to corrupt you.