A/N: Heya! So, I was on iFunny the other day and stumbled across a post that made me laugh. I decided it was high time I try to write a little out of my comfort zone… I had to research some junk before I even got to start writing, so there's some thanks nIaLeR97 from Wattpad for their post on an "incubus boyfriend spell" and, of course, to my lovely beta HeartSNS whom I would loathe to be without. Alright, that's all. I don't own these characters, they're of age. Enjoy!
"And with this last candle…" Lee whispered, placing a long, thick, purple cylinder of wax amongst the others on a low red and black alter against the back wall of the rather large room. "I can finally perform this ritual!"
He consulted a page from the worn leather-bound book he frequented across town, called "The Bookstore". It's a tiny, rundown building that looks like your average antique emporium- but it's so much more if you belong to a certain group. You see, Lee dabbles in the dark arts. He's a… witch of sorts.
Eclectic to be precise.
He lit the candles and, with a steady tone and sure-fire mindset, Lee read the following aloud:
"Great Lillith, hallowed be your name. I ask a favor of you, if it pleases you. Please, send me your son so I may know his presence. These words are my deepest desire, I mean them truthfully and swear to them in name and blood." He stops for a moment to bite the pad of his thumb. Wincing softly, he lets a few drops of his crimson wine fall upon the golden pentagram engraved into the center of the ebony wood alter.
After a spell of silence, he continues:
"Great Lillith, please receive this offering. I give it truthfully and willingly."
Lee stops once more, blowing out each candle from left to right in a methodical pattern, skipping over the middle one- a tall, slim, plum colored wax stick decorated with black cherry blossoms held in an ornate, heirloom silver candelabra with a smaller white candle on either side.
"May the light of this candle burn brightly and guide your son to me."
Lee meditated in the dark room, focusing his energy so that he may reach the demon he was trying to summon, to let it know that he welcomed it. A short time later, he sighed in defeat. He hadn't felt anything. Lee stood, cleaning up spilt wax and putting his newest book on the shelf holding his collection. Taking the still lit candle from the candelabra, he made his way out of the room, shut the door, and turned left down the hallway to his bedroom.
Lee placed the candle on the vanity across from his bed. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed the heavy bags under his eyes were becoming more pronounced.
Maybe I should look for some sleeping spells. He thought amusedly. With a yawn, he clambered into bed.
Though the gradually warming sheets felt amazing on his tired body, something seemed… off. Lee closed his eyes and tried to ignore the uneasy sensation, but… he couldn't.
Maybe I'm cursed! Bitter thoughts clouded his mind as he sat up and let his gaze drift to the mirror again. The uncomfortable aura made itself prevalent, pushing into his mind.
Lee gasped softly, a grin stretching ear to ear. He sent some calming vibes to the spirit- he could almost see the disarray of emotion behind the entity, and he certainly didn't want it to be upset- and sensed a questioning stare from the lower half of the bed. Lee shut his eyes immediately, waited a few seconds, then slowly opened them to find a figure seated neatly against the bedpost, arms and legs crossed.
Lee couldn't contain himself any longer. He let loose a single bark of laughter and muttered "I actually did it! Oh my god! I did it!"
With a bemused twinkle in its eye, the figure spoke. "There's no god here."