There are myriad of reasons to call up the hosts of hell, but all of them come with a cost. Are you willing to pay their toll?
RULES ○ Comment with your character, prefs, etc. Are you an erstwhile summoner of spirits or a demon yourself? ○ Tag around. ○ Thread!
PROMPTS WHY 1. For power: Imagine what you could achieve with the forces of darkness behind you. 2. For a life: Someone you love needs more time. You're willing to give up some of your own. 3. For vengeance: While you can never strike back at those who've harmed you, you know there are beings that can settle scores. 4. For chaos: Some men just want to see the world burn. 5. For companionship: Don't judge. The world gets lonely when you need a friend...or more. 6. For sex: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 7. For no intent of your own: The accident. You knew you shouldn't have opened that book bound with human flesh. Now your weekend's ruined. 8. Wildcard
WHAT YOU'LL GIVE UP 1. Your soul: At least you'll get to keep it for ten more years or so. Besides, in this economy, it wasn't doing much anyway. 2. Your service: Demonic side gigs! 3. Your heart: You'll never love another. 4. Your body: In the gore way or the sexy way. 5. Your sanity: Do you want to end up at an insane asylum eating flies? Because this is how you end up at an insane asylum eating flies. 6. Your innocence: Interpret this as you will. Maybe murder? Maybe not? Maybe...something else! 7. Wildcard
[[Hello, would you like a demon? Usually he's chasing down contracts, but someone could get ahold of a way to summon him. Soul and service is his usual gig, but feel free to try and bargain for something else. Bio & preferences.]]
Lucifer Morningstar | Milton's Paradise Lost | OTA
[ When you're the best of the best in your world, you play with all kinds of things to make it all exciting, don't you? And when Edward Teach plays around with the black magic book he's found on his latest conquest, he's almost certainly expecting to walk away with corpses behind him like he always does, with a casual wish he doesn't expect any power to grant.
When the captain returns to his quarters (or Stede's, depending on how one sees it), there's a silhouette of a man in the window, a long coat tail trailing off the oh-so poetic perch of a bench seat. ]
I missed this...
[ Hushes the masculine voice that greets Ed, something just edging towards deep where a tenor is concerned. The shadow of fingers do shift, opening the little mechanism that allows the window proper to slant open at 'his' particular window. A waft of sea breeze comes in. The demon in the dark gives a hum. ]
[the demon. he's very good at murder and carnage, very bad at gambling and luck related things. might want to murder you for trying to tell him what to do. 😇]
The ritual is performed, the sigils and sacrifices, the call to forces beyond human comprehension. Red lightning flashes within the summoning circle, the air swirls and pulses as space distorts. The candles dim almost to nothing, before blasting back into life, their flames turned black and with a conspicuous hole in the centre making each one resemble an eye. In that brief moment of dark, he has appeared. The aura of pure terror around him twists it the shape of countless eyes, covering every surface. He stands in the centre of it all, a calm in the eye of the storm. Not just a demon, but a demon god.
His voice is unnaturally softly spoken and smooth, unemotional for now. "What do you want? I was in the middle of lunch."
In his deathly pale hands, with their eye symbols painted on the backs, he holds a sandwich.
[Out of all the angels of Heaven you could have chosen better than the former guardian of Eden whose strenght even discouraged Lucifer from a direct confrontation.]
Constantine! You shouldn't have. You could just have come by the club, you know? No need for all this...[Vaguely gestures against the sigils and pentagrams.] ...things. That paint is going to stain the floor something awfully. Now I'm going to have to explain to my fellow poker players why I disappeared mid-game. I feel like "being summoned away by a self-proclaimed hero" is going to be a hard one to swallow for them. Don't you think?
[It started with a passing conversation with Lavenza. A flight of fancy that his Attendant, with a slight smile, allowed him.
"So, are Shadows all there is, or are there really things like Demons?"
The answer, though vague, was interesting. Yes, at one time. In their now-time and here-place the other side of reality and the Metaverse were basically the same. But the world shifted, and there were other times and places this one was kin to. Places where things played out a little differently. And where the darker places of humanity's beliefs were much more... directly in contact.
That was awhile ago now. Just a fancy. Now it's much more dire. Things are happening. Again. They just keep doing that. And while he still has his Personas, they are just... not enough. No amount of training and fusing and hard work is making up the difference between even him and these new enemies. Let alone his team who are all still working with one Persona each.
Ren needs help. Badly. And what are Demons but untamed Shadows?
That was his thought, at least. Likely his assumptions were very very wrong. At least, not using the laws and rules of the reality he was playing with.
It's late. The cafe is long closed, and Ren has the attic to himself- he even sent Morgana to stay with Futaba for the night. Markings sketched on the wooden floor in chalk, a book on his knees and the dark space barely lit by candlelight.
He's not sure what he'll do if this fails. Improvise, he guesses. He reaches out with all his (unknown to him, very powerful) spiritual energy. Looking for something, someone, akin to his own nature. In his mind Satanael shifts around, blank eyes staring out into the void between timelines.]
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thomasin | the witch
almost certainly the summoner. nothing sexual, please, I know canon is very suggestive of this but she's 14 and I Would Rather Not! )
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Sister Imperator, Prime Mover (1969) | Ghost
genya safin | shadow & bone | ota
Tag | original | ota
Lucifer Morningstar | Milton's Paradise Lost | OTA
Phrike | Greek Mythology
Blackbeard/Edward Teach | Our Flag Means Death
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When the captain returns to his quarters (or Stede's, depending on how one sees it), there's a silhouette of a man in the window, a long coat tail trailing off the oh-so poetic perch of a bench seat. ]
I missed this...
[ Hushes the masculine voice that greets Ed, something just edging towards deep where a tenor is concerned. The shadow of fingers do shift, opening the little mechanism that allows the window proper to slant open at 'his' particular window. A waft of sea breeze comes in. The demon in the dark gives a hum. ]
Come here.
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apologies for the delay!! halloweekend kicked my butt.
no worries, same here!
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Crowley | Good Omens
toji | jujutsu kaisen
Kishin Asura ΦΦΦ Soul Eater
His voice is unnaturally softly spoken and smooth, unemotional for now. "What do you want? I was in the middle of lunch."
In his deathly pale hands, with their eye symbols painted on the backs, he holds a sandwich.
Asmodeus {Abrahamic Myth} ota
John Constantine | DCTV
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What the fuck do you want?
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nico di angelo | percy jackson & the olympians
Aurora || Ghost || OTA
integra hellsing / hellsing
Hellboy | Hellboy | OTA
Kazuya Minegishi (Abel) | Devil Survivor: Overclocked | ota
Or maybe he just won a brand new demon off the demon auction. Which is sort of like summoning, right?]
for power. As for the cost... a mystery ;)
"So, are Shadows all there is, or are there really things like Demons?"
The answer, though vague, was interesting. Yes, at one time. In their now-time and here-place the other side of reality and the Metaverse were basically the same. But the world shifted, and there were other times and places this one was kin to. Places where things played out a little differently. And where the darker places of humanity's beliefs were much more... directly in contact.
That was awhile ago now. Just a fancy. Now it's much more dire. Things are happening. Again. They just keep doing that. And while he still has his Personas, they are just... not enough. No amount of training and fusing and hard work is making up the difference between even him and these new enemies. Let alone his team who are all still working with one Persona each.
Ren needs help. Badly. And what are Demons but untamed Shadows?
That was his thought, at least. Likely his assumptions were very very wrong. At least, not using the laws and rules of the reality he was playing with.
It's late. The cafe is long closed, and Ren has the attic to himself- he even sent Morgana to stay with Futaba for the night. Markings sketched on the wooden floor in chalk, a book on his knees and the dark space barely lit by candlelight.
He's not sure what he'll do if this fails. Improvise, he guesses. He reaches out with all his (unknown to him, very powerful) spiritual energy. Looking for something, someone, akin to his own nature. In his mind Satanael shifts around, blank eyes staring out into the void between timelines.]
Come on...
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Zerxus Ilerez | Critical Role
Lucifer Morningstar | Lucifer
Runewarrior Revan | Spellforce OC
ashley graves — the coffin of andy and leyley