Anubis is in a sour mood. Glaring down at his stomach after throwing up at what-the-fuck-o-clock in the goddamn morning.
He’s exasperated, entirely fed up with this whole ordeal. Being pregnant is not something he enjoys despite what many Omegas say. He’s an Omega-Alpha, what part of that do they not understand? Anubis had an arranged mating with an Alpha who turned out to be quite inadequate. That’s the last time his pack will ever match make. He doesn’t care what Minerva says, the Alpha was unsuitable.
At least he got what he needed, a nice knot to sit on during his heat-rut & a stud to screw onto his knot in return. Nevermind that though, he’s carrying a litter & he needs help, apparently making it alone didn’t sit well with his body.
Drawing a summoning circle is a little difficult, but at least his stomach isn’t completely in the way yet. Using chalk he bought from an art store is conveninet with all the colours needed. Candles as well. Burning incense & cracking the windows open so the smell isn’t too strong.
Cutting his palm, he clenched several incense sticks in his palm, soaked in his blood. He lit them in the middle of the circle & stood back. Sitting down in a chair to rest his swollen feet.
“Speaketh of thy devil, he shall appear. I invite thee, daemon, into thine domain. I bind you to this den.”