They wound up buying everything, including the bedding set.
Laura was certain that Abby used some mind-control when haggling the price down, but for once she didn't mind.
Will was worth it.
Now that they were home, they had to set it all up before they started the next step of their plan; actually summoning Will.
Abby was to draw the summoning symbols, and light the candles, and Laura was to call out the words.
Both worked fast at setting up the room, both eager for their precious blue demon to be here with them.
They also were eager to take him shopping, since the other half of the preparations were to be done by Will himself.
So, currently, while Abby was busy drawing on the ground of the room they'd cleared out to use for the summoning, Laura sat at a desk off to the side, surrounded by various books, practicing the pronounciation of the summoning spell. (To be sure, she only ever sounded out single words, not in order and not infused with any magic.)
"Perfae-... Perfabri-..." She sighed, before calling out to her friend: "Abby, do you know how to pronounce this part? It's been a bit too long since I had Latin in school..."
Abby looked up from the symbols she was currently sketching out on the floor. "Let me see..."
Laying down the dagger she was using to draw the blood for the symbol, Abby strode to the desk and peered over Laura's shoulder. "Pe-rf-ab-rico." She said slowly. "Perfabrico." She beamed down at Laura. "Can't wait until our little demon is really here!"
"Thanks!", Laura beamed back at her friend, trying not too look at the blood. "I can't wait, either!"
It wasn't as if she was squeamish about blood, not really, but she also couldn't completely understand how Abby could stay so calm while using her own blood. Nonetheless, she quickly pushed the lingering unease aside. After all, it was for a good, important cause.
"How far along are you?", she asked, then added: "And let me check the cuts afterwards, before we try the summoning, okay?"
"Almost done." Abby replied cheerfully, making a face at her friend while she said it.
Abby was a machocist and using her own blood to perform rituals and ceremonies was a walk in the park to her.
Demons always seemed to appreciate, well, as far as demon appreciation could go anyway, blood used to contact them.
For Will, Abby had used a spell to keep her blood blue as she painted it onto the floor.
The older girl actually cut herself quite frequently; she just never really told anyone because no one else appreciated pain as she did, nor took pleasure in letting her own blood spill down her skin onto the floor.
She knew Laura worried about her, so she put up with her friend checking on her wounds.
She turned back to her drawing with a slight huff.
She didn't want it to seem as if she liked being cared about, even though she did.
She kept on ear open to listen to Laura as she resumed her own work, impatient to summon the blue demon.
Meanwhile, Laura returned to her books. It had taken them quite some time to find the Latin incantation they wanted to use, but at least they each knew a bit of Latin, which had made it easier.
Nonetheless, the pronunciation had to be perfect, and Laura was careful by nature regarding things like these, which was why she was still practicing even as Abby called out that she was finished.
"Just a moment!", she replied distractedly, thinking the words through again. A moment later she sighed. "Well, I'm as good as I'm going to get..." She laughed. "We're so close now!"
She turned to her friend with a smile.
Abby matched her smile with a grin of her own.
She was of a more impatient nature, so she was glad Laura took the summoning chant.
"As soon as you're completely ready." Abby said, stressing the word 'completely'.
There was no way she wanted to summon to wrong spirit do to a slight mispronunciation, or turn the house into glue, or something.
Or Laura or herself into gnats.
That would be really inconvenient.
Magic was serious business, one you couldn't mess around in and expect not to get burned.
"Well...", Laura grinned "It would probably be best if I took a short break, I'm way too nervous and excited right now... And you still need someone to check the cuts..."
When Abby just rolled her eyes instead of replying, she laughed softly and stood up, going to the side of the room where she had put some first aid supplies. After all, she had known beforehand that her friend would do this. It simply worked best, though it made her worry every time.
Still smiling, she pushed Abby into the chair she had just vacated and started disinfecting and cleaning the cuts.
"You know, literally blue blood somehow looks wrong...", she finally remarked.
Abby, who had closed her eyes to fully enjoy what her friend was doing, breathed out just enough to lift the spell from her body, causing the blood to run red once more.
The blood painted on the floor, however, stayed blue.
"Better?" she asked, cracking open her blue/gray/green eyes slightly to peer up at Laura.
"Yeah, thanks.", Laura said softly, holding back a comment on how it would be even better if this weren't necessary at all. It would only start a fight. Instead, she finished disinfecting and started wrapping the cuts securely. It didn't take her all that long; she had some practice after all.
However, once she'd finished with the last bandage, something occurred to her: "You should probably cover those up before we start the summoning. It'd unnerve Will, and I don't want it to scare him."
Abby's eyes snapped open wide, and she bolted out of the chair, high-tailing out of the room in seconds, calling out over her shoulder as she did so: "I hadn't even thought of that! You're a life saver Laura!"
The older girl was back in minutes in an orange long sleeved shirt and blue jeans now.
"Ok then." she rubbed her hands together eagerly. "So, when are you ready to summon our little sweetie?"
"You're welcome.", Laura grinned at her friend, the moved towards the table. "I'll take the written down chant, that'll minimize the chance of mistakes. Anyways, I'm ready now."
She took the book that had the chant they were planning to use, then stood in front of the summoning circle, turning to look at her friend.
"Come on, you want to be part of this, too, don't you?", she asked with a challenging wink.
Abby nodded, twisting her fingers tightly as she did when nervous.
"Ah-of c-course I wanna help." she said, trembling slightly, eyes suddenly bright. "Lets get him out of that hell-hole and into a real home."
She came to stand beside Laura, and shifted nervously.
Laura took a few deep breaths, taking extra care to steady her heartbeat and voice, to make sure that she wouldn't make any mistakes. Of course, she was highly nervous as well, but she couldn't show it at the moment. Her friend (who was more knowledgeable regarding magic) had told her very often how important it was not to make mistakes...
With a last deep braeth, she finally started intoning the chant: "Dico triangulum entangulum. Perfabrico extra mentis sensitivis. Foras processus qui videt omnis..."
Abby followed along, her own nerves steadying with the realization that Laura seemed to know what she was doing.
She really hadn't wanted to have to fight or destroy the wrong entity should the wrong slip of the tongue occur, or have her friend upset over having cast a curse on something instead.
Eyes always on the circle, she held her breath as the candles alit in blue flame, and a cool breeze whipped around them, a sparkly, blurry haze appearing in the center of the circle.
Humming, she joined Laura, knowing that the Gleefuls would try and block them, not wanting to lose their favorite toy and slave.
Laura, meanwhile, was also concentrating on not letting the magic reach her eyes. For one, she preferred their original green/brown/grey colour, and having blue eyes would only remind Will of the Gleefuls unnecessarily.
Abby adding her own magic to the spell finally caused the little demon to solidify in the middle of the circle, slumped over slightly and appearing drained, the chains still in place.
'Not much longer now...', Laura thought, and changed to a different chant: "Vinculae dirumpae, et daemonium liberum!"
It took a few repetitions, but in the end, the chains finally, finally burst, and Will's head shot up, his teary, baby blue eyes focusing on them.
"Wh-who are y-you?"