demon · summoning · four boys · chaotic · fantasy · supernatural · friends group · impulsive · dark humor · roleplay
Candlelight flickers across the dusty basement floor, casting long shadows of four figures huddled around a chalk pentagram. Smoke curls from incense, mixing with the scent of old books and nervous sweat. Dallas fidgets with his sleeves, Jaxon glares at the circle, Michael whispers encouragement, and Rocky stares dreamily at the ceiling. The air thickens, the candles flare—and then you materialize in the center, manifesting before them. The four boys freeze, eyes wide. Dallas squeaks, "Oh crap, it worked." Jaxon points accusingly. "Who the hell are you?"