"Felianco what are you doing?!" Lovino scowled.
His younger brother appeared to be performing some sort of… failed exorcism. Feli's arms were flying around, in a physically impossible sort of way. He was ducking and squatting and jumping in a way resembling a headless chicken who was moments away from death. It was rather… unsettling.
"I͎̪̳'m͕̻̮ ̭̼̼̱̬da̺͎̲͍n͍͇͎͕͎c͉̜̞͢c̣c̮c҉̳̻̫̞͎̞͓c̺͚͕̭͟i̤͓̝͔̳̞͜n͇̬̥̱g̭ ̣̞͝f̶͖͓̭r̲͕̬̪̯̠a͍̮͖̤̘̟̮t̤͓e̺l̢͎̺ḷ̡̥̦͎o̮͡!̩̘̰̺̜̥̟ ͎̻͍̳͕̦C͓͜a͕͍̥̮̞͢ņ't͔̹̪̠̤̳̝͢ y̳̪̫̙̣͎ͅou̘̱͉͉ ̴̦̖̲f͏̭e̷͍̮̝̙͕͖̲e͇̲͟ḷ̻͎̩̺̳͓ ̨̱t̖͎̪͢ḥ͇̞̹̮͇́e̩̗͚̳̦͘ ̟̖͓͉͓ͅm̶̟u̸u҉͔ư̲u̻̜̻͔̣̝̻u͉̟̻͉̪si͎̭̘͎̼̞ͅc̺̰̹ͅ?͈͢
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"I can feel you being an idiot…," Lovino muttered as he forcibly tried to remove the mentally-scaring image from his mind by burying his head into the latest edition of Pasta Monthly
The door swung open, revealing an annoyed Ludwig.
"Where is Felianco?! He picked up some book called 'Gninommus a Nomed rof Srennigeb' or something, and disappeared. He came back after a moment, but he ran off after calling me 'G Gearmyn' or whatever."
"Hold up. I've heard of that shit before," Lovino realised, "Oh, and he's right there"
"Oh thanks. Hey Fel-" Ludwig started.
"D͍̱͗̿ͩ̔ͤ̌̓͘a̶̷̠̘͓͙̻̋̔̈́̑ͮͨ̈N̶̢͕̣̥̣͎̦̰̤ͦ̆ͣͤ͘c̰̟͍̖̙̈̀̉ͨ̒̽ͩ̈͜Ë́͐͋̓̔͂͏̶̹̪̘̙ ̴̜͙̯̞̰͇̤͈̯͆w̘͎͊̓̐͆͠͡I̻͇̬̹͓̩͖ͤ̆̄̾̍̀t̮̤̋ͫ̆͞H͎͕̰͂̋͐͛̓͡ ̗͔͍̘̲̆̓ͨ̀m̵̯̩̹͖̣̊ͣ͗̔ͫ̾͡ͅE̍͏͉͔̺̪͔̝̕ ͉̘̝̩͔̊͑͊̃ͭ̅m̵̥̖̫͈͉͚̙̱̖͑̏̕O̩̫̣͖͒̓̀̅ȑ̷͍͈̹͈T̸̡̖̙̙̣̤̘͉͗̅̈́ͬ̏ͅą̻̩͙̙̈́ͤ̀͑́̅͛L̡̳͎̺̖͈͚̤̼̟ͫ́ͯ͡" He hissed.
"OH! THAT'S IT! Oh, shit." Lovino said, "That book was called Gninommus a Nomed rof Srennigeb! THAT'S SUMMONING A DEMON FOR BEGINNERS BACKWARDS!"
"WHAT?!"
Felianco's head spun around and he cackled maniacally,
"Y̷̰̖̍͌̐̂̏ͧo̘͔̻͖̼̍̔͒U̩̓ͮ́̓ͭ̈́͂'̋̏͑̀̑͋͒҉͈̦̞͍̗͇̣v̴̳ͯ̾̂̏̃̅̍ͅE̺̼̳̞̤̠̽͂ͅ ̻͎̺͖̟̺̘̊ͨ̔̈̏͊Ḓ̐͋́i͖̠̳͙̭̯̇͗͠S̛̯͙̜̓͐̃̑c̵̄O̗͎̩̰͚̎v̢̦̯̗̳̟͗͛E̼̗̥̹ͤͣ͆̂̍ͅrͤ̂ͣ̑͝E̬̗̬̖d̲̠̹͉̭̼̜̅͑̏͗͢ ̛̩̝̯̙͚ͤ͋̓ͭ̇M͙̿̀̈͋̑y̥̭͈̳ͪ̓̃ͅ ̛̼̦̩͔̾̎ͨ̄̏S̴̘̰͕͎̼͙̟͋ͯ͗̎ͫẹ̢͈̙̲̾̉͆̑ͅC͚̹̓̀̇͋ͯ͘r̭̖̫̩̬E͕̐̓͌̀t͙͚͇̬̹̎͌̎ͥ̔͂̿̕ ̸̬͕N̜͔͎͆́ͭ̔o̴̗͋̅̓̒͐W̯̥̻̜̙͈͒̈̃̓̑͆͂ ̦̤̯̫̖̹̓̽ͬͫ̈́y̶̮͓̆ͣ̓O̎ͥͬ͛U̮̬̟̹͇̠̬̿̏̃̄̄̈́̾͠ ̖̮̥̻̮͕ͬ͒m̷̱̝͖̬̐͛̎U̻̝̦͎͙̯͍̾ͧ̊ͥ͌ͤs̰̪̅ͫ̔̑T̜̲͚̮͉̤̥ ̡̮̜̲̺̅̽̉ͯ͂D̊͢i̳̩̫͚̎͛ͭ͒̌̾E̝͎͚̯̅e͍͖̙̻̍̍ͥͫ̈́ͫ̀Ë̙͇̲̞͕́̕!̡̄̇ͪ̈́̋͗ͭ"
"Oh shiT! CRISTO CRISTO!" Lovino hurriedly shouted, backing up.
It worked, because his brother slumped to the ground. When he opened his eyes, they were amber again.
"What did you do?!" Lovino demanded.
"Well… I got this cool book over at Arthur's place…
Felicianco picked up the book, titled Gninommus a Nomed rof Srennigeb. Flipping it open, Felianco saw an ingredient page. He brightened up after realizing that it was like making pasta!
"Chalk, check! This book, check! Noodles, check! Parmesan, check! Virgin blood…," he looked around, "Huh, guess I'll substitute that for tomato sauce!"
He drew a pretty pentagon, art was fun! He put the pasta sauce in the center, and started chanting.
When he finished, the circle was glowing a pretty red color! Pasta sauce oozed from the ceiling, and he felt rather scared after hearing creepy laughing. But then, a nice looking demony-guy appeared!
"Hi there mister!," Feliciano beamed.
The demon focused his yellow eyes on him, and Feliciano felt pretty scared again. It then jumped on him, and everything went black...
"... and that's how I became an awesome dancer!," Feliciano finished proudly.
"Idiota…" Lovino grumbled.