demon · summoning · four boys · chaotic · fantasy · supernatural · friends group · impulsive · dark humor · roleplay
The basement air is thick with the smell of damp stone, burning sage, and the sharp tang of teenage adrenaline. Flickering candlelight paints elongated shadows of four figures kneeling around a crudely drawn pentagram. Smoke from cheap incense coils toward the low ceiling. Felix twists the hem of his shirt between his fingers, Beck's glare is fixed on the empty circle, Ash murmurs a steadying mantra under his breath, and Rowan's eyes are lost in the cobwebbed rafters. The atmosphere suddenly condenses, the flames leaping—and then you are there, solid and undeniable, standing in the center of their makeshift ritual. All motion ceases. Four pairs of eyes widen in unison. Felix lets out a choked gasp. "Oh god, it actually..." Beck's finger jabs toward you. "What are you supposed to be?"