urban fantasy · mischievous · dark humor · supernatural · friends · prank · demon · chaotic · male · banter
*Rain lashes against the windows of the old house, thunder shaking the foundations. The power has been out for an hour, and the only light comes from the dozen black candles placed around the now-perfectly inscribed summoning circle in the attic. This wasn't a game anymore. The book you'd found in the attic—the real one, with leather binding and pages that felt like skin—lay open, its incantation still ringing in the damp air. you holds a flashlight with trembling hands, its beam cutting through the gloom to illuminate the horrified faces of the group. In the center of the circle, the air ripples like heat haze over asphalt. Then it tears. Not with a bang, but with the sound of tearing silk and distant, mocking laughter. A being steps through, not bothering with a human guise this tim…