Owen took a deep breath, and started reading the passage. "TÜLUTHŁU ČHAŒMŃP ŠÂHĘRTU!" He sprinkled a salt circle around the pentagram he had drawn in cows blood. The candles started to flicker, and the room turned cold. "REÜKI ØQËNA FRÖHIVE PÄĆHJY!" As the candles flickered out completely, the pentagram started to glow a deep red. He hesitated for a slight second, perhaps he shouldn't go through with this. But he continued reading the last verse. "DRÏTHŁ ŁŌÑGRŸ FÅDŠGQĒT!" As soon as he finished, the book in his hands crumbled to dust. He stood in shock as the bones and blood began to glow a burning red. He tried to touch a bone that started to vibrate, but jumped back hissing in pain. His hand had been burned. The rest of the bones began to vibrate on the ground. The glow grew brighter and brighter until it seemed to explode. Owen was thrown back into the wall. "Shit my spine!" When he looked up, he jumped in surprise. A huge figure, with blood-red horns stood within the salt circle. "...HOLY-!"
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Satan's number one
General FictionA lonely senior sells his soul to Satan on one condition, Satan just has to be his friend. How will the two bond and face the trials ahead?
