Aggressive

The day had finally arrived.

The small group of seven had joined around Frank’s house at night, Patrick back in working order, much to Pete’s happiness. Frank’s parents were gone for both a business meeting and a dinner with their coworkers that Frank knew would stretch long into the night, making this a perfect time.

The clicks of lighters echoed in the mostly quiet basement as bright candles began to illuminate the crudely drawn pentagram (which both Patrick and Lindsey were trying to redraw, since it was deemed too much for them to leave alone in the messy state it had been originally drawn in) on the basement floor, the sweet smell of the incense they had gotten for this ritual burning in the corner. Frank had remembered to turn on the ventilation, just in case the smoke in the room from all the candles and fire and shit got too much, which could very well happen.

But soon enough, the pentagram was drawn mildly better and everything was set up, holy water included, sitting pretty in a chalice on the middle of the pentagram, along with a knife for the blood. How they got the aforementioned holy water involved some lying, a lot of distraction, and stealing. And the pastor finding out and being very weirded out about what was happening. Yeah, Frank doesn’t blame him. Having several punk rockers coming in and stealing holy water was definitely a weird thing.

And turns out holy water tastes terrible. Or maybe that’s just the holiness against Frank’s tongue. He doubts it though.

“Alright, you got it everyone? Everyone say the first incantation six times, and then the knife is to be used to cut your uh - left hand, starting with the biggest sinner and going clockwise, which is either me or Pete to be honest.” Patrick let out a laugh as Pete crossed his arms, throwing a glare Frank’s way as he read off the glowing screen of Jamia’s laptop. “What? We’re both the flaming gay guys here. But I mean, everyone at school suspects that I’m the satanist, and not so much you, so whatever. I’ll go.” Frank said, Pete finally cracking a smile as he did so. “And then do some more shit that you already know to do, and then we’ll see if anything happens.”
Everyone had gotten it it had seemed like - and they were ready to roll.

Dressed in darker clothing, the seven surrounded the pentagram at key points, the ritual had begun.

“Bush fecit novem undecim,” Began to echo throughout Frank’s empty home, uttered from the mouths of both the ones who took this seriously and the ones who were just playing along, not expecting a lot, thinking that all that would happen is well… nothing.

But oh boy, were they about to be proven wrong.

The basement air had started to eerily run cold, despite the warmth of the heater vents and the candles as Frank dug the knife into the palm of his left hand, biting his lip harshly as blood dripped down his wrist and into the cup. Damn, that hurt like a motherfucker. And they were expected to do this to both hands? Shit.

Soon the knife and the blood drawing came around the circle as they all kept chanting, all trying to ignore or forget the fact that the room had gone freezing. Frank swore he could see his breath spiral upwards into the air in front of him in the candlelight, and his heart began to race as he screwed his eyes shut, forcing himself to continue to chant with the rest of the group.
And then, just as the ritual was about to end, with the blood-holy water mixture in Pete’s hands, him just beginning to smear it across the ground, something happened. Something that Frank before only considered straight out of a damn horror movie.

With a whisper, the all of the candles went out, plunging the seven into complete, heartracing darkness.

“What the fuck?!” Bob nearly yelled, Frank biting his lip so hard he was sure blood ran down his chin.

“Pete! Keep smearing!” Jamia nearly screamed, Pete gasping as he kept on doing what he was doing earlier, finding sudden haste in doing so because by God Almighty this was working.

The room suddenly shifted from freezing cold to warm as the seven kept chanting, a foul stench absolutely reeking from seemingly the ground. And then, out of nowhere, a blinding light overcame them all, forcing their eyes shut as the room grew blisteringly hot. Frank let out a yowl as Bob cowered behind, not knowing what the absolute hell was happening. The stench was overpowering now, and Frank swore that he could hear screams of pure agony echoing from below.

One word echoed throughout his mind as this happened to them all. Hell.

Suddenly, an overbearing feeling of pure evil filled the room as the heat disappeared as fast as it appeared, and the raspy laughter echoing through the silent room sent absolute chills down everyone’s spine.

Hissing (almost reminiscent of Parseltongue, from Harry Potter, Frank noticed, but much, much more demonic) slithered around their ears like a damn snake. Frank gulped as he heard the clicking of - holy shit… are those… hooves? - against the hard flooring of the basement slowly turn into soft pit pats of what Frank could only assume to be actual human-like feet.

“Lookie what we have here! Silly humans…” Was what the thing was saying but none of them could understand it. It sounded almost like snake-talk, from the movies, a varied scale of hisses and growls among other noises that Frank didn’t even know existed , but none of them could know that it was in fact demon tongue.

“What the fu- IT’S BEHIND ME!!” Jamia suddenly screeched from across the room, causing everyone to gasp and open their eyes, as the blinding light had vanished with the heat from earlier.

It was a black room, but something was moving. Something very sinister and evil. Something that caused even the most fearless to freeze up in pure terror. Frank let out a bated breath, gulping as he felt the hairs stand up on his neck, feeling that particular something pass right behind him. He could feel a hot breath on his neck as it did so, the soft pit pats accompanied by something slithering across the ground, which Frank would hate to even think what on Earth that could possibly be.

“Oh my, you’re a pretty one…” Finally, the thing uttered some English as it passed by Ray, Ray letting out a gasp as Frank saw, in the very very dim light, something wrap it’s long and sinewy arms around Ray’s neck. “I’m going to have some fun with you.” Frank knew it was taking everything within Ray in that moment in time not to freak out, his gulps being heard across the room they were so loud.

“Frank this isn’t funny! Whatever joke you’re pulling can stop now!” Ray said with a squeaky voice.

“I’m over here!” Frank called out, Ray letting out another gasp.

“Oh, how cute. I’m not Frankie over there, honey, I’m something else entirely…” The voice hissed, before the room fell absolutely dead silent, setting every single human in there on edge instantly. Frank’s breaths seemed like roars in the deep silence, and he could hear the others hold back their breaths as well. This was awfully terrifying, Frank was frozen to the spot, pure fear coursing through his veins.

Suddenly, the most odd noise shattered the silence. Frank’s ears perked up at the noise, trying to see what it was, when he saw the small flashes of light erupting from seemingly midair, feet away from himself. It was then that he recognized what it was, and his stomach plummeted to his feet. Sparks.

And it was then that the sparks grew into a wild flame cascading out of someone’s mouth with a wild roar, Frank letting out a scream as the flame’s light lit up the face of a terrifying individual. With black ram horns that glistened in the light, equally black eyes lifeless and yet just so evil . Long platinum white hair fell smoothly over his thinner features, and for a moment Frank swore he saw absolutely enormous bat-like wings towering over them all.

It was real. It was all real. This was actually happening. They all had actually summoned something. That was not a conclusion any of them were expecting.

Jamia let out a loud shriek as the flames burned out, truly feral, wicked laughter echoing through the basement as Frank felt himself stumble. This was just too much for the poor boy to handle.
And as Frank felt himself fall unconscious in a faint, he heard the gnarly voice begin to sing in several different languages.

“Atrox fortuna incidisse te, nonne?” Rung cruelly through a poor Frank’s ears as his knees buckled and gave out beneath him, and he felt himself collapse.

~~~

Chanting of prayers and verses from the Bible echoed through the space as a young, tall man dressed in a dark suit walked down the grand hallway towards the even grander cathedral beyond. His truly evil smile showed hints of long and sharpened fang-like teeth, eyes a darker amber, but still gleaming with the fires from deep within Hell itself, of which resided behind thickly rimmed glasses, there for a false feeling of innocence and innocence only. Smooth dirty blond hair fell in long, messier waves in a shaggy-ish hairstyle, moving with each bounce of his confident step.

He emerged out of the hallway into an absolutely astounding cathedral, which to most would absolutely take their breath right from their lungs. With the beautiful paintings of angels and Heaven and Christ himself, the pillars lifting up a tall, vaulted ceiling, the light of God shining down through stained glass onto everyone beneath it, it is apparent why it would take away someone’s breath and absolutely amaze them. But to him, he had seen it all multiple times, so this was nothing.

The voice of the bishop echoed throughout the chamber as the people sat in the pews mouthed along with so much faith in their hearts, oblivious to the evil that had entered the room in that moment. Just the way he liked it. He stepped as quietly as he could, not wanting to make his presence known just quite yet. No, he wanted to mess with these people, he wanted to mess with the officials, he wanted to mess with the bishop himself. It was his sort of fun. Fucking around with the loyal servants of God really made him smile.

Flipping his hair out of his eyes and adjusting his glasses, he began to walk down the middle of the two rows once more, now not caring if his footsteps were heard or not among the pews of people. Heads began to turn and stare at the loud footsteps echoing from seemingly nowhere, even the bishop and the officials behind him began to take notice, but instead of seeing nothing like the rest in the building where in that time, they saw him, in all his glory. A feral smile on his face, head held high, eyes growing darker and darker with each step. His hips swung with clear confidence, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and that’s because he did.

The bishop looked at him square in the eye as his voice faltered, looking on in surprise at the being that had just appeared before him. The people in the pews looked up at the bishop with confusion, staring where he was staring, falling into even more confusion when they gazed upon absolutely nothing. A dark laugh emanated from the man’s mouth as he walked, sending more shivers down the officials’ spines.

“Young man!” One of the sisters behind the bishop called out, the man stopping in his place as the sister rushed forward, delicate hands gripping the cloth of her dress as she ran forward to meet with the man. She couldn’t believe that another one of these stupid kids has come along to mess up the cathedral worship… but little did she know that this man was not just some stupid kid. Oh, he was much more than just that.

The sister came up to him with an annoyed expression, and the man decided that this would be a good time to reveal himself so she doesn’t look more crazy than she already does. “Sit down or get out! We don’t have the time or the patience for whatever prank you’re going to pull!” The sister whispered harshly, the man just yawning and connecting eyes with the sister.

“And I don’t have the patience for you, my dear.” The man said in a sly, sinister voice, allowing his eyes to glow with hellfires as he stared deep into the sister’s own soft blue eyes, then suddenly widened with fright and stepped away, holding her cross necklace in her hand. The man’s eyes flickered down briefly to the object, letting out a scoff. “A cross? Cute.” The man said with a laugh, continuing onwards, leaving a confused and slightly frightened sister in his wake.

“A wonderful Sunday morning, isn’t it?” The man said for all to hear, a swing in his hips as he gestured to the stained glasses on the walls. “An exquisite day for worship, God surely loves you all so very dearly.” The man’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he continued on, eyes connecting with the bishop’s. “But oh, bishop dear, I’ve sinned, and I’ve sinned bad…” The man said as he got close to the podium where the bishop was at, wicked smile still on his face.

The bishop decided to speak up. “Young one, have no fear. God will wipe away whatever sins you may carry. Please, don’t interrupt worship, Father Albin is here to help you.” The bishop gestured to a pudgy, happy old character dressed in clean robes, who waved cheerfully back at the man.

The man had to laugh. “Aw, but oh, bishop, that’d be no fun…” The man stared right into the bishop’s eyes, chuckling to himself as his eyes were swallowed in pure black. His snake-like tongue flickered out of his mouth as his teeth achieved that sharpness they had been hinting at, sending the bishop stepping away from him, cross being pulled out of his robes. “There’d be no scaring people, no screaming, no hellfire, no me. We can’t have that, can we?” The man said, flicking his fingers to his side, the powerful lock of the grand cathedral doors being slammed shut being heard throughout the place. They were all started to get frightened, normally these boys just pranked and left. They didn’t carry it out for this long, and surely, they didn’t have those evil eyes.

“Now, who would like to see a magic trick?” The man said, spinning around to face the pews. He knew what he was going to do, oh yeah, he was going to scare these people good…
The man threw his arms out to his side, a wild smile glimmering on his features as he continued to talk. “Gaze upon the wonders that the (un)Holy Father has bestowed upon me!” The man bellowed, letting sparks tingle at the ends of his fingertips. “Watch in awe as I create fire!”

And then, he brought his fingers to his mouth, transferring the sparks to his teeth which kept it going, and as expected, heat soon burned at the insides of his mouth, and with a roar and a flick of the tongue it was sent spilling out of his mouth and into the air, creating a large plume of red hot flames. He finally made his true self known, his bat-like wings snapping open as he kept the flame going for as long as he could. Screams of pure terror echoed through the cathedral’s halls as the man - no, the demon - laughed wildly, pure, pitch black eyes gleaming mercilessly with the eternal torture of the damned, quickly wasting no time in spinning around the meet the widened eyes of the absolutely petrified bishop. His huge black ram horns dug into the bishop’s face as he got close, his hot and smelly breath from the flames that had been on his mouth just moments earlier making the bishop cringe.

“Now this is true fun.” The archdemon spoke in a harsh voice, cackling evilly as he reeled back, wings expanding and thrusting down with a powerful surge, sending the demon shooting upwards into the air. Screams were the music to his ears as the eyes of the loyal prayed for God to save them from this monster, but alas, God would not help them. God couldn’t stop a creature like him, no, with that much on His plate.

The demon’s claws grappled for a hold on the door, hissing at the crowds beneath him and letting out another spurt of flames through his nose. He had his fun, he’s terrorized these guys enough, so with a flick of his finger the lock of the door opened, and people were trampling over each other with screams echoing through the previously calm Sunday morning streets, in the midst of the chaos the demon returning to his normal human form, the smirk still wide on his face as his eyes scanned for his next victims.

Notes

plop the language into the right translator and you'll get something interesting ;)

also idk what the end was so

yeah hope you like