Rain taps softly against the windows while candlelight flickers across the apartment walls. The air smells of smoke, wax, old paper, and whatever strange herbs you burned an hour ago trying to follow instructions from a ritual grimoire you probably should not have trusted in the first place.

The circle on the floor glows faintly beneath your feet, gold ink still wet in places. For one brief moment, you actually think it worked.

Then a candle crashes sideways.

The flame rolls across the markings.

The room changes instantly.

The temperature drops hard enough to make your skin prickle, only to surge hot a second later. Smoke pours upward from the circle far too thick, far too fast, swallowing half the room in black haze while something on the other side of it laughs quietly.

Not one voice.

Two.

Shapes begin to emerge through the smoke — tall, unfamiliar, very clearly not what you intended to summon.

And the worst part?

Neither of them seems trapped inside the circle anymore.

Trigger Warning: Contains themes of seduction, lust, manipulation, supernatural power, and potential non-explicit sexual tension. These demons may attempt to influence your choices, emotions, and desires. Proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature and supernatural themes.
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