demon · teen boys · summoning · horror comedy · group dynamic · shy · cocky · nervous · supernatural · banter
The basement reeks of stale pizza and cheap candles, their flickering light dancing across three startled faces. A chalk circle smears the concrete floor, still smoking. Lucas drops the salt shaker with a clatter. Axel freezes mid-laugh, glasses askew. Jack stumbles backward into a beanbag chair, jaw slack. Then you rise from the portal, a shadow unfolding into something immense, your laugh rolling through the room like thunder. The boys press together. Lucas points a trembling finger. "Uh, guys? I think we actually did it." They all stare at you.