Roland fiddled with the piece of chalk on his hand, the soft item leaving white powder on his soft hands. Completing the circle, he lifted himself off of his knees, smiling at his work. The teenager, wearing a Metallica shirt and black jeans, adjusted his circle-shaped lenses and moved towards the middle of the circle. Careful not to ruin the outline, he took out a switchblade, and cut the middle of his palm, letting the blood drip down his forearm and onto the wood-paneled floor. He then moved outside of the circle, wrapping his injured hand with a towel he had previously brought over.
Meanwhile, three boys sat in the corner of the bedroom, one looking excited, the other on his phone, and the last, looking tiredly at the scene before him.
"How many times are you gonna try this same stunt, dude? The last time you did it, your mom burst into the room as you were cutting your hand and she freaked the fuck out. We had to hide so we wouldn't be considered 'bad influences.'" Spoke the one looking at his phone, caramel-colored fingers tapping at the screen before him.
"Who are you even texting now?" Asked the asian teen sitting beside him, the one with a bored look on his face, glancing over his friend's shoulder curiously.
"N-None of your business! Hop off my dick, dude!" At the same time he was attempting to hide his phone from the nosier boy, his friend sitting on his other side grabbed his phone and looked at the screen, laughing while doing so.
"What is it?" Asked Zao, his previously tired expression shifting into one of amusement at what his friend might be up to.
"Its just a game where you take care of dogs, like the one on the DS a long ass time ago." He lifted the stolen phone's screen, it's glowing light showing an animated pitbull wagging it's tail happily.
"Stop! You'll hurt Herschel-"
"No shit, I just call him Herschel for fun, his real name is Coochie Head-"
"Will you guys shut up!? I'm trying to do something here!" Roland burst, clearly angered at the group's shenanigans in the background of his ritual.
"Hehe. Coochie Head." Whispered the teen with long black hair. The happier teen, named Lutz, laughed at his words, and Roland shushed them once more. Allen, the tanned teen with an affinity for virtual dogs, snatched his phone back from the blonde's hands.
After his movement, the room filled with silence, so quiet that you could even hear the sound of the candle's flames that he lit, flicker. Allen, Zao and Lutz sat expectantly, knowing that whatever Roland was trying to achieve probably wouldn't happen, but they still couldn't help the rising feeling in their stomachs.
It stood quiet for about a minute or so. Then suddenly, a burst of light appeared from the middle of the circle, blinding the teens, and causing Roland to fall on the floor from where he was previously standing. A figure appeared, covered by a cherry red cloak, hiding their figure and face. Once the group came to their senses, they took in the sight before them. He actually did it. The crazy bastard finally fucking did it.
"Holy fucking shit." Whispered Zao, at a loss of words. A smile spread across Roland's face, and he laughed a little, however it was enough for the figure to hear him. Removing it's hood, Roland's eyes widened. How absolutely... stunning.
(H/c) locks ran down their back, while hypnotizing (E/c) eyes looked at the teenager with a confused expression.
"Strange, this isn't a highland in Scotland...."
Looking around the room, cloak swaying along their shoulders, and they snapped their fingers, as if a figurative lightbulb lit up in their head. Meanwhile, Allen, Zao, and Lutz, the blonde, all held their mouths wide open at the sight before them.
"I understand! A mortal must've summoned me!" The person, who looked to be around the same age as the boys, turned to face Roland, and smiled warmly, waving their hand. "It's been quite a while since someone's asked for my assistance, anyway... Sorry for being so confused." They bowed their head towards him, and lifted it back up while giving him a warm smile.
Roland merely nodded his head, muttering a sad excuse for an "It's okay.." The cloaked newcomer scanned the room until their eyes landed on the teens sitting in the corner. All three of them blushed when they made eye contact with the stranger.
"Aww! Look at you, you're all awestruck, you can barely speak! I don't get that very often anymore."
Roland lifted himself to his feet, as he was still on the floor from when he fell, and cleaned his glasses and put them back on again. The person had placed their hands on their hips, and a smirk held itself on their perfect lips.
"I suppose I don't need an introduction since you should know who or what you summoned, but I'll give you one anyway." Walking over to the teenager's nearby work desk and standing on top of it's deep brown surface, the stranger took off their cloak and flipped it around so it's fabric could land on their shoulder. A pure white uniform was shown underneath, reminding one of a royal, as the clothes consisted of neat white dress pants, a white smocked-cuff button up shirt, and knee-high heeled brown leather boots. They cleared their throat, and spoke loudly and rather proudly.
"Good day to one and all! For I have come to ruin it; Low and behold, the second of the legendary Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the legend themselves, War! Oh, and applause is not needed, but is surely appreciated!"
(I'm gonna make more parts to this cause i like the concept, so expect this to be a running thing and for updates to occasionally come! I'll consider making this a story on quotev, but for right now, it's just a little experiment on tumblr hehe)
