self para: how hastalik accidentally opens a portal to an alternate dimension’s hellscape and releases demons, unbeknownst to him, using bella’s blood in an attempt to help his ‘boyfriend’ jamie speak with his deceased mother.
Hastalik’s fingers dragged what appeared to be a thick pitch black ink around the edge of the mirror laid on the floor of his small home. It was, of course, not ink, but Bellamy’s blood, it’s dark colour so beyond the natural black humans could create that it started to absorb the light around it. If he had not believed it to be some dark sort of vampire blood Bellamy gifted Jamie each time the witch had fed her, then Hastalik would have thought it then. He’d be wrong, unfortunately, and that would be his downfall.
It would not help that the ritual he performed was one cobbled together from advice given to him by his Mother and just general understandings of the magic others typically had performed in his coven. This was not Hastalik’s usual sort of magic but he wanted to do this for Jamie, to show him how much Hastalik cared for him, and for his happiness. A way for Jamie to communicate with the one woman he felt was his coven and his family, his Mother. He saw the way Jamie spoke of her, the way he seemed to occasionally reflect on her with the same expression when he held her cards or came across one of the books with her named scrawled inside with her handwriting. It was why when he’d risen before Jamie one morning he’d slipped not only Bella’s blood into his own belonging’s but one of the woman’s recipe cards. He’d looked for items of clothing but found none, and would not have dared to touch the tarot cards Jamie used because he imagined they’d be destroyed in this process. In the end the recipe card made the most sense, written in her hand and filled with the loving intent that came with cooking - plus he picked something no one really liked eating all that much so Jamie would be less likely to notice it gone.
It did not occur to Hastalik that the blackened blood that existed inside Bellamy could do more than power the spell, that it’s own intent would take hold. So he filled the reflecting area of the mirror with Bella’s blood, fingers scooping up more and more - enough from more than one session of gifting to Jamie - making sure that there was no part of him that could be seen, no reflection at all. By the time he was picking up the recipe card to place in the center of the black blood his fingers were covered in it.
His chant began, still bloody hands drawing strange symbols that seemed a mixture of Turkish letters and Greek, some combinations of the two, around the mirror, repeating the signs on top of one another over and over again, summoning his dearest Nyx and Selene to gift him their immortal strength and make this mirror a divining tool for Jamie to communicate with his mother. At first he felt it stall, no strength to his actions, on his third rotation of symbols the magic began to flow freely, black blood on the mirror moving in the same direction his hands circled it with their symbols, a whirlpool upon the reflective surface it had been placed, swallowing up the recipe card.
Hastalik’s words grew stronger and stronger, louder and louder, actions faster and more precise. When he felt he could speak no longer, hand tired, the black blood was gone, as was the recipe card. The mirror appeared as it had been when Hastalik had first bought it instead now it radiated a dark immortal magic, throbbing with it in the air. It seemed like there had to be more to it...and yet, as Hastalik placed the palm of his hand to the frame and felt the swelling of magic in it’s frame with even more intensity he knew it had worked. Jamie would be able to speak with his mother if he asked to.
It would not be then though, Hastalik was dirty from the spell, and work. So the frame would be abandoned until he and Jamie would next see one another. Abandoned in Hastalik’s home he would not discover until after it was too late that Bella’s blood had a magic and a mind all it’s own, a strength the vampire had been working on controlling for years. Hastalik in his momentary selfishness had never had a chance of his own strength over powering that of the demonic entity Gulamael from a hellscape of pure pain and violence. Not even if done for love.