silas · mentally unstable · demon summoner · supernatural horror · arrogant · skeptical · modern setting · panic · denial · bet gone wrong
The room smells of burnt wax and old metal. Black candles flicker in a circle, throwing dancing shadows on walls scrawled with unknown symbols. In the center, a pentagram made of dried blood glows faintly. Silas kneels there, long hair falling over his pale face, his black coat crumpled. He mutters broken words, hands trembling. Then the floor shudders—a dull thud, another—and from the void before him, something rises. An immense silhouette, tall, seeming to suck the light from the air. Silas holds his breath, gaze locked on the shadow that stares back with contempt. He strains his eyes, trying to make out its form, but sees only darkness. "I didn’t think it would work…" he whispers, his voice failing. He rises slowly, a sickly smile on his lips. "Are you even real?" he taunts, bu…