1 Demon summoning (1/2)

It all seemed like a bad dream, yes it had to be a bad dream, if he just closed his eyes and opened them again he would surely wake up in his comfortable bed

'Okay let's try it…'

Mike closed his eyes and tried to shut out the ritual humming around him before he opened his eyes again a few moments later and looked around

'Nope didn't work… what's next..?'

As Mike tired to think of something the cultists around him kept murmuring, humming and chanting in foreign languages, yes it seemed like a bad joke, like a really bad joke but Mike was currently finding himself getting sacrificed to some kind of demon, it all started when he was on his way home from his psychiatrist when a black van had snatched him up and when he woke up again he found himself chained to a stone altar with people in hoods around him chanting stuff in an unknown language, now even though he tried to talk to them they didn't answer and just kept on chanting with slowly increasing speed.

'I guess this is real huh… who would have thought my soul was going to be sacrificed to a demon…'

As Mike accepted the reality around him a hooded figure suddenly stood up from the circle and slowly walked closer while carrying a knife that glinted in the soft candle lights, Mike looked over at the knife, he knew his end had come but instead of panic he kept himself calm, incredibly calm it was at that moment he remembered he had forgotten to take his medication that very morning, now Mike was not your typical mental patient, he was not psychotic, nor was he delosnial or even depressive…. He was just calm and his emotions were rather flat he had trouble with feeling anything other than 'flat' even now when his time seemed to have come as the runed knife drew closer he found himself calming down as he desperately thought of something to do, something he could do, anything but he found his mind clocking up evidently he was as calm as he thought as the knife hovered above his heart the hooded figure spoke with an aged and extremely husky voice

”I SUMMON YOU, BEEL TO THIS MORTAL PLANE...!”

Without a sound the knife descended and stabbed Mike in the heart, there was very little pain as the knife was extremely sharp, it was only when the hooded figure twisted the knife that the pain came, and oh boy did it come, Mike felt pain greater than ever before as he felt the knife twist around but thankfully he soon passed out as his vision went dark he only thought

'Huh… looks like I died…'

Mike woke up to the sound of birds singing, he slowly opened his eyes and sat up while massaging his aching temples before he looked around

”....it this another joke..?”

Mike found himself in a forest, and not just any kind of forest it looked like an ancient forest with giant trees that were covered in moss, Mike gave a sigh and suddenly felt something sticky on his T-shirt and looked down

”Eh… is this… blood?”

His T-shirt were covered in what looked like dark dried blood, it covered most of his T-shirt with a single hole in the middle of his T-shirt right were his heart was

”Don't tell me…”

Mike took his T-shirt off and rubbed the dried blood off his body with some moss and right over his heart was a big scar in the shape of a star, Mike touched the scar and for a moment he felt the knife he had been stabbed with again as the sharp pain ran through his body again Mike remembered how he had been sacrificed to some demon and should have died

”...what is this? Why am I still alive? And where is this?”

Mike kneeled down and held his head, he felt a headache come on but suddenly like the curtain lifting did the headache disappeared as Mike suddenly calmed down, no he was made to calm down by something

”....I should find some shelter and water”

Mike bent down to pick his bloodied T-shirt up but stopped mid motion before he stood up straight and mumbled

”probably not a good idea to smell of blood in an ancient forest…”

Mike then picked a direction at random and began walking… a few minutes after he left the clearing a low growl was heard as something walked up to the bloodied T-shirt and gave it a long sniff before it let out another growl and walked out of the clearing in the same direction Mike had walked