How to Summon a Demon
For its-taemover ♡♡♡
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Kibum grumbled as he moved through the library shelves, eyes and fingers passing over the spines of books. “Minho doesn’t think it can be done. I’ll show that asshole.” He passed more rows of books, stopping as he approached the right section. His eyes phased over books about mythologies, past guides to witchcraft, and he systematically ignored anything with “History” in the title. What he was looking for wouldn’t be found in any of those books. Then he chanced upon it. The book he was looking for. “How to Summon a Demon.” Kibum grinned and all but ripped the book off the shelf. He leafed through the pages, finding diagrams and recipes, all for summoning different kinds of demons. With a new vigor, he walked the book over to the checkout stand. The librarian eyed the book, and then Kibum himself. “It’s for a friend,” Kibum explained. And technically is was. Sort of. “Yeah, right…” The librarian rolled his eyes knowingly, uninterested in whatever the boy was up to. When everything was sorted, Kibum shoved the book into his bag and nearly raced out of the library. He made his way to his car, then drove home with a smirk on his face. According to his Internet resources, this book would be his best bet to actually summon a demon. He was going to make Minho eat his words.
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With a white candle burning, all and any doors and windows to his apartment locked, Kibum sat down on the floor and began to clear his mind. When he was in a more or less meditative state he began praying to Lilith, first in whispers and murmurs, then speaking out loud. He began to feel silly as he listed the qualities he wanted in a demon, specifically an incubus. When he finished describing his ideal demon, he said a final incantation. “All these words are my deepest desire, I mean them truthfully and swear to them in name and blood.” Kibum then pricked his finger with a needle (which hurt more than he thought it would) and let a drop of his blood fall into the flame of the candle. He thought for a moment that the flame flickered red, but perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks. He wanted this ritual to work. Key sat for the next hour or so, going over in his head again and again the qualities he wanted in his incubus, imagining what the demon would look like. When his legs started growing sore, and then numb, he decided it was time to call it quits. He blew out the candle and tried his best to change into pajamas, legs prickling. When he was safely under the covers, Key wondered how long the ritual would take. When should he expect his incubus to show up? What would his incubus be like? Just before he descended into sleep, Kibum felt a slight tingling on his cheeks, as though a feather-light touch was caressing them.