When Tucker said he had a bad gut feeling about today, Danny really should have listened to him. I mean, the guy has a meat sense, who knows what other weird borderline superpowers he had. But no, He just had to brush off the seriously ominous text messages and hope that today would be fine. Yeah, listening to tucker about the 'bad vibes' wouldn't have prevented anything from happening, but at least he'd be more prepared. Although, nothing could really prepare you for being forcibly ripped from your spot in the universe and being dragged what felt like halfway around the world just to be plopped down on dirty concrete with magic symbols glowing bright enough to blind the sun itself.
And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, some guy starts talking to him in the highest, most grating voice he'd ever heard, annoying enough to put even the great Jar-Jar Binks to shame.
"Azazel, Malhela Malbono, Pariah Dark, demon king of spirits, you are now bound to me, to serve me til the end of my days and to serve any other who takes my-"
Danny cut him off as soon as he regained the ability of speech. "Yeah, sorry. I'm not him, he's kind of locked away forever, so wrong number, or summoning I guess. Who are you?" His eyes finally adjusted enough that he was able to see a vague outline of the guy standing in front of him. He was tall and thin, wearing some kind of hooded robe, probably a cultist. He hated dealing with cultists.
The guy started sputtering and his voice, if possible, got even higher. "That can't be correct, you must be the great spirit, the rituals were performed exactly as written, no other being should have been summoned." He pulled something out of his robe, probably a book, and started reading through it.
Danny sighed and started pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets to try and relieve himself from the painful glare of the summoning circle. "Yeah yeah, perfect rituals, all that, don't really care." He lowered his hands and tried to gage his surroundings, but had no luck. "Where exactly am I? I mean, it's pretty dark and with this weird glowing green star thingy on the ground it's pretty hard to see what's going on around me."
"If you are not Azazel, then who are you?" Of course the cultist guy would avoid this question, just like he did the last. Now Danny just didn't feel like answering any of his questions either, just to be petty, but if he did that, he'd probably never get out of this mess.
"Danny. Some people call me Phantom. Actually, no, most people do."
"No title, no rank, just Danny?" The minimal body language Danny was able to see just screamed incredulous.
"Yep." He popped the p. "Don't know what to tell you. I'm not any king, just some ghost kid from Illinois."
"What the heck is an Illinois? Actually, you know what, I don't want to know. What in Satan's name even is my life, can't even summon one demon king can you, pathetic."
Danny immediately cringed at the angry tone the cultist adopted. "Well, I'd think it's pretty hard to summon a demon king, so don't beat yourself up about it?"
"I'm done." The guy ignored him and started to walk away, his footsteps getting quieter and quieter.
"Wait, so you're just going to leave me here? At least break the confinement on the circle, or you know, tell me where I am? At least tell me what continent it is." The footsteps didn't even pause, for a second to consider anything, they just continued until what sounded like a heavy metal door creaked open and slammed shut.
"No? Okay. Fine."
"Asshole."
Rin knew that today was going to be weird, he just had a gut feeling. What he didn't know was why the gut feeling was telling him to visit some old abandoned building. And he definitely didn't expect to see a teenage ghost sitting in the middle of a glowing green magic circle at the other end of the building.
"Please let me out, I've been trapped here for five hours."
"What the fuck?"