The ritual was a dangerous one, hell all Satanic and Wiccan rituals could be dangerous. It all depended on what you were asking for, in Murdoc's case this could go completely wrong and equal in death. He didn't really care though; that was the thing about anger, heart break, and rum. It all combined in a horrible mess that caused bad judgment along with not caring about your own well being. The ritual as simple enough in the Latin words he had spoken to enter it, the small sacrifice of his own blood, and that was followed by even more Latin words. Nothing happened though; he stood in the middle of the symbol he had made on the living room floor with red coloured salts. He waited as patiently as he could manage; no sounds, nothing at all almost like the world around him was dead. The silence was driving him crazy; a part of him hoped that it wouldn't work after all. Did he really want to sell his soul for this?

He wanted fame, he craved it, but that part of his mind was still stuck on Stuart. Wondering if he was alright, if he would try to come around again to talk to him. Maybe things could be okay between them, if this ritual worked he didn't know what would happen there. He had heard plenty of tales of men losing their minds after making deals with demons, he had heard about people being dragged down to Hell with no deal even made. What if that happened, what if he ended up being killed and dragged to Hell? Then this would be for nothing, just a waste of his life and his time…..Like every other thing so far.

Murdoc picked the bottle of whiskey up from the ground taking a long drink from it. He looked around the darkened room; he really hated being alone.

"Fuck it"

He dropped the bottle to the floor, kicked the sand around with his foot erasing the symbol, then blowing out the candles. He left the room retiring to his bedroom; why did he think this would work especially when he wasn't completely sure that he even wanted this. He didn't know what he wanted; he heard that some men when they made deals with devils they lost their humanity over time. He smiled softly at the thought of losing his humanity; of never feeling love or heartache ever again, what had love done for him?

His step mom had left even though she supposedly loved him.

He had loved Stuart and yet the younger man cheated and in return Murdoc had beaten him…

Love was vile; he didn't want to deal with this anymore. He strongly believed in Hell, in the power of rituals, but honestly he had never seen anything come of them. Tonight only proved to him that they were nothing, just another fairy tale spread by putrid smelling old drunks sitting in the dark corners of pubs; that's what he thought as he fell into an alcohol induced sleep.