A Demon and a Witch

[catulet]

Lee, or Lyn, as they prefer to be called, was a rather strange person. With a tendency to wear odd outfits and their hair dyed white, there were always a few eyes drawn to them. That was the tip of the iceberg, though, for they had a large interest in witchcraft. It wasn't exactly something they kept hidden. They treated it as a simple hobby, and many people knew of this. Some people thought they were crazy, some thought of them as interesting or cool, and some thought they were seeking attention or simply pretending. But for Lyn, witchcraft was a very real thing.

Right now, their main focus was summoning. For a while they thought it'd be interesting to know someone who is something other than a human or an animal. Unfortunately, all of their attempts at this have been unsuccessful so far. But as always, they kept on trying. Today they were all alone in their house, which meant a lack of distractions or interruptions. With that, they went down on their knees in front of a large round symbol full of complex shapes, which they drew on the floor. Candles were lit, and not a bit of sunlight shone through the curtained windows as they started the process. First, there must be an exchange for the creature being summoned. As always, they put some sort of food in the center, this time it was simple peanut butter sandwiches. Second, they must know the spell, which they have fully memorized by now. Third and final, they got into position on the outside of the circle and spoke. Unlike the other times they tried summoning, they felt as if they were actually doing something. They could feel a being coming closer and closer. Despite this excitement, they kept their focus. Their speaking grew faster, the creature got closer as if their voice was pulling it closer, until they suddenly blacked out, not knowing whether their attempt was successful.

 

[TragicTrees]

Ammon was a demon.

Now, this actually didn't mean much. Sure, it was his species, but he wasn't quite into the whole...magic thing. Rather, he liked to just amble about without it, seeing what there was to see in the world without too many distractions. It had gotten to the point where he looked and acted more human than demon, picking up mannerisms as he went along. Nobody had tried to summon in ages, so that may be part of the reason he was so used to being what one may consider 'normal'. He had a good streak of not being the one summoned. That, however, ended today. Unfortunately. He was having a good time, too- out and about, checking out a new city, having a good time. And now, he was...here.

He looked like a mess, honestly- dark brown hair poofing up a bit, sunglasses crooked, not a demonic feature in sight for the present. His outfit was less than extraordinary as well, with a too-big black-with-skeleton-design sweater, black jeans, and no shoes. He, he was sure, looked rather disappointing. He wasn't exactly in his demonic form at the moment. Not that the summoner would know.

In fact, they looked rather....out of it, at the moment. Actually, they looked positively knocked out, which was a little pathetic if he did say so himself. He walked a bit closer- avoiding a sandwich on the ground -and looked down at them. Yes, they were out cold. How annoying. He hated witches.

Ammon paused, before sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them. It was only polite to wait til they woke up to tell them to fuck right off and never come calling again. He wanted to say it to their face, after all. Also, the circle was a bit of a bummer, he couldn't get out of it on his own. Awful, awful, awful.