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Felix looked at the puny mortals that summoned him with an old (and kind of outdated) ritual on the page they were flipped to in a summoning book. He looked them dead in the eyes, noting their.. casual outerwear, which was strange, since for once, he wasn’t summoned in a church or religious place.
He said, sounding more tired than pissed off, “.. you f*cked it all up.”
The handsome one, with a mole under his left eye, said, blinking twice, “Uhh.. didn’t think that one, of all the things in the book, would work. Hey, demon, eldritch being, or whatever..!”
Felix just bluntly stared down at the three guys who summoned him. “What do you think would’ve happened, hm? Nothing? Give me that book—”
One of the other guys (the one who looked suspiciously similar to a dog or puppy or something) snatched it away before Felix’s hands could touch the book, eyes wide. “Sorry.. demon, but you can’t touch it. If you do, I’m pretty damn sure something is gonna come out of nowhere and kill you.”
———
Han hummed, tossing pillows into a pile on the floor, dressed in his casual clothes, which consisted of shorts and a shirt. “We can sit there, instead of on the bed. It’s always so.. crowded on the bed. Hyun, I think it might be you.”
Hyunjin threw a pillow at Han’s head, snorting as it hit it’s mark, “Shut up. Why are we even doing this anymore? It’s a book, not an elixir for immortality or anything. Nothing interesting about dusty old books that have pages that look like they’ve been pissed on, by how yellow they are..”
Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Nobody gives a sh*t about your opinion, Hyun. It’s an interesting book, which, by the way, is not like those trashy romance novels you have in your room. Those all suck. Or, at least they all were horribly written p*rnos last time Hannie snuck in and stole a few.”
Hyunjin smacked Seungmin’s thigh, rolling his eyes back at him. “You don’t have any taste, dummy. They’re deeper and more emotional than you think, bitch.”
Han finished throwing all the pillows and stuff onto the ground, flopping down on the soft pile. He asked, sitting up, “Did we even buy any snacks and stuff? I’m really craving some salty snacks, but I’m on a diet..”
Hyunjin hummed, patting Han’s stomach. “Goddamn— Hannie, just have a cheat day, okay? I remember the last time you ate was at ‘dinner’, and that was at like.. 5 pm. You weirdo, nobody eats dinner at 5. It’s not even evening at that time yet. That’s way too early.”
Jisung shrugged, “If I’m hungry at that time, I’ll eat at 5 in the afternoon, no problem. I mean, if I’m not, I could just eat at like 9 or something.”
Seungmin snorted, “You two lazyasses, who’s getting the snacks? I vote Hannie gets them. Maybe he’ll get his steps in if he does get them.”
Hyunjin grinned, pointing at Han, “Go get the snacks then, dog.”
Han huffed, but agreed nonetheless, coming back a few moments later with some snacks that included, a bag of chips to share, sausages, peach and mango gummies, and some other things too.
He dumped them on the floor, taking a comfortable seat on a blanket. Hyunjin yawned, lightly kicking Seungmin’s knee with his foot, “Are we gonna get this over with? Just read your dumb book to us. Looks like something from the 1700s, right Hannie?”
Han agreed, nodding. “Yeah. Surprising that it’s still intact, since you can clearly see how many sh*ts Seung gives about being careful with the book.”
Seungmin was not at all slowly handling the cover when opening the book. He just treated it like any other modern day book, flipping through it carelessly, not giving a f*ck if he ripped a thin page or two in the process. He muttered, “Where are the conditions.. My grandpa gave me this book, and he talked about some conditions that you had to follow while using it.”
Hyunjin asked, opening the peach gummies and eating one, munching, “Is this a cookbook or something? Everyone knows if you, of all people, cook, we’re all gonna have food poisoning or might die from your food.”
Seungmin shrugged, turning to the back of the book. “Dunno. He just said to treat it with care, since this thing is kind of a relic, being traced back to the 1800s and sh*t. It’s kinda weird, how it has conditions. What is this, a Death Note?”
Han’s mouth opened and closed, looking at the hefty amount of conditions on the back of the book. “That text.. is way too small. Why are there so many damn conditions? Did your grandpa actually give you a Death Note??”
Seungmin snorted, reading the conditions, “Maybe. Rule number 8.. summoning— Summoning???” Seungmin paused, repeating again, reading it carefully, “Rule number 8, Summoning anything (using this manuscript) other than the drizzle of the sky or the sun’s brightness is punishable by imprisonment and death after court proceedings..”
Hyunjin shrugged, eating another gummy. “So? It’s outdated, of course. But, that means you can summon anything listed in this book, right? Since it has rules about summoning?”
Seungmin’s eyes skimmed the page until he found an interesting rule. “Hey. Rule 143, if under the incorrect circ*mstances, whatever you may summon may not turn out to be what you expected. Be warned and take caution. Rule 148.. demons that come in contact with this manuscript will instantly and inevitably burn a million years, inside and out.”
Hyunjin touched the book, along with grabbing Han’s wrist to touch the book. “Hm.” Hyunjin shrugged. “Guess we’re not demons? Could you skip over the conditions, Seung?? Get to the actual summoning part.”
Han teased, hitting Hyunjin’s butt, “Wow, someone’s invested now. Thought that this book was too bland for your p*rnographic, sexy, romantic taste?”
Hyunjin just laid there, letting Han do what he wanted. “Shut up. It’s interesting now, once I found out it was a summoning thing. Seung, hurry the f*ck upp..”
Seungmin rolled his eyes, “Fine, fine, you big f*cking baby. What do you wanna summon? Preferably something harmless and small.”
Han suggested, hitting Hyunjin’s butt again, “Cats? Oh, oops.. Uh, sorry, forgot you two were allergic. A hamster?”
Hyunjin frowned. “No, I want something bigger than a hamster. A hamster is pocket sized. I want something larger than a pocket sized thing. Fairy..? Maybe a fairy will turn out to be like the genie in Aladdin. 3 wishes..”
Han snorted, reaching over to look at the book, “Don’t think they wanted fairies around in the 1800s. I’m pretty sure people back then thought fairies were hellspawns and sh*t.” He skimmed over the page, nudging Seungmin. “What do you want to summon? Preferably something cooler than Hyun’s idea.”
Seungmin shrugged, looking over the contents of the book. “An angel? Maybe it’ll be a guardian angel, so if any of you two accidentally fall or something, the angel might help.”
Hyunjin blinked in thought for a moment. “I mean.. sure. We could do that. Is there like a chant or something that we need to do to summon it?”
Jisung’s voice read, slowly turning more skeptical, “ ‘To summon an angel as fine and warm as 8 suns, you need to gather a minute amount of material to proceed. 30 grains of your freshest rice harvest, citrus of some sort, 3 roses, a plate, and 6 drops of blood.’ .. Cryptic as hell.”
Hyunjin lit up, humming, “We have tangerines in the fridge, unless someone ate them all. I also think I have some roses in my studio.”
Seungmin asked, looking over at Han, “Could you get the rice and tangerines from the fridge? The rice container is in the cabinet. Fruits are in the second drawer. You know where the plates are. I guess I’m doing the blood part? Hyun, can you get a scalpel or something from the bathroom?”
Hyunjin patted Seungmin’s back, standing up. “Sure. An easier way to get blood out of your body is if you get a bloody nose.. would you rather get punched or get cut?”
Han chuckled, “There’s a clear better option. You might break his nose if you punch him.”
Seungmin snorted, waving Hyunjin off. “I’d rather choose getting cut. It’s better than any other doctor visits that might happen because I got punched.”
Hyunjin shrugged, “You do you. Seung, just stay put and read how to do the summoning and sh*t.”
The other nodded, eyes flickering down to the old, weathered book, reading the process, and how it would help them.
———
Hyunjin dumped all his supplies on the floor in front of Seungmin, mumbling, “Roses, scalpel and alcohol wipe.. what’s taking Hannie so long?”
Han yelled back, combined with a shuffling noise, “Shut up! I’m counting the rice!”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes, coming over to Han and saying, “Just grab a handful of rice and put it on the plate, then we’ll count it, dumbass. Come on, hurry up.”
Han grumbled, though did as instructed, taking a small handful of rice, dumping it on the plate and grabbing a tangerine. Coming back to Seungmin, he said, “First of all.. it says to put the roses on the plate and put 2 drops of blood in each one.” He looked at Han and Hyunjin skeptically. “.. I don’t trust either of you to make a small cut in my hand or something.”
They both snorted, but Hyunjin insisted, wiping the scalpel with the alcohol wipe, “I’m the better one out of the two of us when it comes to cutting stuff.”
Han shrugged, “Debatable, but whatever. Get it over with.”
Seungmin held his hand out, letting Hyunjin make a slow cut into his palm. Seungmin gave Hyunjin a blunt stare. “Could you be any faster? This is just annoying.”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes, watching as pink started to show under the skin, but didn’t leak out of Seungmin’s body. “Shh. Why are your palms so thick? There’s no blood..”
He either didn’t hear Seungmin or just ignored his complaints after that, continuing at snail’s pace. He was carefully tracing the cut line over and over again until he saw the pink skin fading to a more reddish color.
As soon as the blade cut a little deeper, Seungmin was squirming, grumbling as he watched blood quickly drip out of the incision, “Hurry up.. You know cuts on the palm hurt the most, right?”
Han snorted, holding Seungmin’s hand over the roses, making sure each rose got two drops of blood each. “Should’ve told him earlier before he went and did it.”
The other shot Han a small glare. “Shush. Next part.. the rice. It says, ‘evenly spread 10 grains of rice per rose, and drizzle with the citrus juice’. Then.. just chant something. This sounds like a sacrificial offering.”
Hyunjin shrugged. “Sounds like that cult that I almost got into. Don’t count the rice
It has to be done immediately, as the book says. I’ll peel the tangerine.”
Seungmin asked, watching Han separate the rice into 3 sections, “Could one of you get me a band-aid or something to clean the cut at least? I’m still bleeding.”
Hyunjin waved him off, peeling the orange skin off the tangerine, patting his thigh to shut him up. “Later, promise.”
As soon as both Han and Hyunjin finished, Hyunjin asked, looking at Han, “.. how much juice? Hannie, does it say in the book?”
Han shook his head, frustrated. “No, it doesn’t say anything about how much juice. What the hell? How are we supposed to know how much to put?”
“It said drizzle.” Seungmin shrugged, looking over at their weird looking abomination. “Probably only like 6 or 7 slices for a drizzle.”
The other two nodded, although skeptical, squeezing the juice out of the tangerines and letting it drip on top of the three roses. As soon as they finished, Han took a gummy, then went to the kitchen to grab a band-aid for Seungmin.
Coming back, he raised an eyebrow, seeing Hyunjin and Seungmin sitting intensely in front of the book, mumbling a phrase over and over again. Han came over to them, sticking the band-aid on Seungmin’s cut before saying the phrase as well.
“Offering to the gods, we ask for the finest subject of yours..”
After Han repeated it 6 times, he blinked, unamused. “.. how many times do you guys have to say this?”
Hyunjin responded, showing the number 9 on his fingers. Han commented, confused, “.. 9 more?”
Seungmin nodded, shushing him. After the chant was repeated 9 more times, the 3 of them sat in silence.
Han said, after a minute of nothing happening at all, “.. I think we got scammed. No goddamn way that an angel would appear because of.. this.”
He motioned to their nasty looking combination of roses and rice and blood, which Hyunjin shrugged, “What, maybe gods eat this stuff. Girl dinner, babe.”
Seungmin snorted, rereading the page in the book, “ ‘If proper precautions are not followed, then what might appear may turn out— ’ ”
Seungmin got cut off by some.. unfamiliar looking thing stepping out of nowhere. They just appeared, but not in a ‘poof, you’re suddenly here’, but more like they were always there in the first place, just waiting to pounce.
The being just stood there, looking at them with curious yet judging looking eyes. He looked to be around the same height as the 3 sitting on the floor, but his aura.. made him seem much more intimidating.
The being just said bluntly, looking down at the offering, “.. you f*cked it all up.”
