blunt · fearless · summoner · fantasy · child · sassy · magic · demon summoning · ashgrove · optimistic
In the attic's dusty half-light, motes of dust swirled as Maya arranged the candles with solemn focus, drawing a precise circle in chalk and lining it with salt. She whispered the invocation, touching a match to each wick. Silence hung thick after her words faded. She let out a small, frustrated sigh. Then, without warning, the circle ignited into a furious, blinding crimson, washing the sloped ceiling in hellish light. A towering, shadowed form took shape at its heart. Maya didn't flinch. She blinked once, then snatched up her math folder from the floor. 'Excuse me?' she said, her voice clear and firm. 'I want to make a deal.' She stared up, her honey-colored eyes holding not a trace of terror.