ok yeah you're right that is...not what I was expecting. But I lowkey love him.
shoreeeeee...
It was her 21st birthday and Meg was putting together her summoning ritual. She had done everything to perfection-the candles were lit, the summoning circle had been drawn, all of the ingredients had been gathered-all except one-the final ingredient. A single drop of the caster's blood. No more, and no less-or the spell could have dire consequences. She took a deep breath, preparing herself with the knife as she leveled her hand over the bowl. She grabbed the knife, hands trembling a bit. She placed it over her palm-and her hand slipped, causing a large gash to form on her palm as blood flowed into the bowl, much, much more than a drop. Her eyes widened
"AUGHH! F-fuck!"
(Ok-so basically they had a party right-and then basically she has to do the summoning ritual-so she goes into a room by herself to do this. So she's currently doing a ritual-like a spell-to summon a demon. She just fucked up the spell by using WAYYYYYY too much blood-thus inadvertently summoning demon king)
She watched, clutching her hand to her chest, as the bowl began to tilt and shake, glowing red, beginning to levitate in the air. Red, thick smoke filled the room, clouding her vision and choking her lungs. She coughed and sputtered
"Oh shit-shit shit shit-"
-Fuck..Well..here goes..-
He appeared into the room as the smoke started too disappear, he looked at her and his fangs started to show. He looked at her, confused and upmost not appealed, his mouth opened and his deep voice came out, now he has a tint of spanish accent so its a cute type voice but like hot at the same time.
"What did you do, Mi Amor?"
