I own nothing, not even myself. Ok, Writer's bs to you the fans since the Bio is never fucking long enough to really get into the point cross. I spend a short amount of time creating this chapter and the next one as well which is still technically Chapter 1 but part 1 while the other is part 2. So, lots of errors ahead. I'll be getting around to editing here and there over time. This is a long adventure that is going to run parallel with the shit going on in the show. This is going to take place somewhere between Seasons One and Two.
12/21/2022
Bumfuck, Pennsylvania
Little after 9 pm.
It was a cold, chilly winter day as I woke up and noticed that it recently snowed and had that "winter" charm when I gazed out my bedroom window. The apartment was small and simple. Two bedrooms where one isn't occupied, and a single bathroom. It wasn't much but it was barely home to me. The house was cold since I never turned on the heat since it was electric, and I was kind of a cheapskate.
I barely covered the bills with the job I have. Working at a window factory during the third shift. Hence why I woke up after 9 pm, well technically my job is to be at work from nine until five thirty in the morning. However, I had a vacation and planned it at the end of the year. So, I didn't have to go back until the second of next year. We have a plant shut down for a week for Christmas break until new years. I extended it by a week by using my vacation. So thusly, I get to sit on my ass for the next two weeks. "The moon is my sun, and the sun is my moon" as I always say. The job was easy, and physically demanding though, but the coworkers were easy to get along with. I worked there for nearly 10 years and I'm only 30. I preferred the nightlife anyway. Hell, I had bi-weekly Magic: The Gathering meetings with three other coworkers. We were on a hiatus because of the holidays, two of them had lives while one still lived with his parents. It's whatever, each their own. Who am I to judge? The job paid decently but inflation made money tight. Rent rose, which pissed me off.
Anyway, I wearily walked down the stairs from the barely existing second story which had two bedrooms and a single bathroom. I used the smaller bedroom since my ex-roommates used the main bedroom. I was just too lazy to move my shit over to the next room and besides. It isn't like I had much shit anyway. Down the stairs you would instantly be greeted by the front door and turn to the right would be the living room and then the tiny, and I do mean small kitchen that barely fit the washer and dryer as well. The kitchen was super tight to the point only a single person could fit inside with the fridge, stove, two small cabinets just above the washer and stove for food storage, one underneath the sink, and two corner cabinets that would be ideal for cups, plates, and bowls on either side of the sink.
Eh, let's face the facts. This place is a temporary home, including the fact I only had a couch downstairs. That's it. Perfect for a single guy with zero life whatsoever. I had little furniture to make the place cozy. Mostly because the place didn't feel like home to me, at all. Where I was going in life, even I don't have a clue. Just aimlessly working to live and barely at that. I wasn't NOT a social creature by any stretch of the means. In fact, I fucking hate people. The fewer people the better. Going to work and playing online gaming with my coworkers was enough socializing for me.
I wasn't hungry, so I didn't even enter the kitchen and opened my front door to check the mail. The mail didn't arrive until like 5 pm. I guess I'm last on the list. It didn't bother me since it kind of fit in with my schedule anyway.
Just open the door and while turning on the porch light the street was empty in the small mountain borough that had a population of less than two thousand. Perfect for a guy like me. It was the last apartment on the right-hand side from where I was facing from this small housing complex. There were like five doors to six doors down the left and side that's it.
Yawning as I noticed a package sitting on the concrete floor to my right and nothing in my mailbox that would only hold letters. Any package would be sitting on the ground next to the door and left there. Always on the right-hand side.
When I saw the package was when I realized that I didn't order anything recently. So, begs the question. "What the fuck?". I bent over and examined the package which seemed like a typical Amazon package. Blank white plastic designated to MY address and to me. I made a curious, yet almost dumbstruck expression at it and wondered "What the fuck?" again.
I walked inside, shooing in the pet chubby tabby cat that was left behind by my roommates since it wasn't really theirs or mine. I decided to take care of it regardless and its cat litter box, food, and water bowls were near the walk-in kitchen. When I mean chubby cat, he was a big ol' chunky cat. He was cool, he mostly hung out in the small bathroom anyway. That was his domain for some reason, always sleeping in the pile of clothing or towels if they were left on the floor. He would only ask for attention when you were using the bathroom almost as if he just remembered that you even existed in the first place. Rarely enter my bedroom or sleep on the bed. He loved that bathroom.
I closed the door behind me and flopped on the couch as I opened the package to reveal a book with looks like satanic symbols on the cover. The book was rugged, old, and completely black except for the symbols that seemed plated sliver with blood-red outlines. The symbols were shaped like the classic demonic star with a circle around it. It wasn't fancy or new. It looked old as if it had been around for centuries. The more I gazed at it the more my curiosity grew yet freaked me the fuck out.
The package had NO indication of where it came from. The question "The FUCK?!" popped into my head so many times, I lost count at this point and grew louder to the point I ended up saying it out loud.
I saw way too many horror movies to know that this is trouble and should shred the fucker or bury it in the woods somewhere. Preferably digging up a 15-foot hole and filling it back up and leaving it there for the end of time. However, what if this book is worth something? I could make bank. Book collectors would probably kill for this. Kill for this. I mean, they could kill me and bury me instead. I mean not many people would really miss me. Shit…Goddamn it.
Well, if I don't mimic any drawings or read from the fucking thing. I'm pretty SURE, nothing will happen. Right? Right?
I stood there for a moment looking at the cover for a while determining if I should play with fate. I mean, what's the worse that could happen? Summoning a demon that possesses me, kills me, soul sent to hell, sent to hell. There are many possibilities. Ah, who am I kidding? That shit doesn't exist. I don't think anyway. Then again, I'm probably heading to hell anyway. I'm no fan of God and am a big fan of anything horror, heavy metal, and shit like that anyway.
"Fuck it." I ended up thinking while setting the book next to me on the couch and I stood up, heading went up to my bedroom to get a hair tie, and tied my long hair into a makeshift man bun. My hair started growing past my shoulders since I don't style it like some millennial dude. It's just naturally straight, dark brown hair that was starting to grow past my shoulders in a heavy metal way. I decided to get out of my pajama bottoms and threw on standard black jeans, socks, converse sneakers, and a Vlad the Impaler t-shirt with a tarot card with Vlad sitting at a table dining and impaling a guy on the back. Might as well dress for the occasion. Who knows what might happen when I open that book? Might as well be prepared to run for my life if necessary.
I walked downstairs and mentally prepared myself for what might unfold. I sat next to the book that was sitting on the couch. I set the book on my lap and opened the cover. Surprisingly, it had all kinds of weird writing that reminded me of pages of the Necronomicon from the original evil deal. Fucked up drawings of creepy impish creatures, owls, wolves, and numerous things. descriptions of each were detailed in the writings of what each drawling. Like the classic was the imp, wolf-like appearance that was stated as "Hellhounds", owls, and numbers of animals stated as "nobles". Its book was confusing. From what I could read or make out. It was a combination of a "spell book" and a minor diary of someone who was apparently an acolyte of one "Doctor Faust".
As in THE Doctor Faust?! The one who sold his soul to a demon only to be dragged to hell?! That's when I attempted to close the book however during this, I managed to give myself a paper cut on the side of my thumb. "Ow, Fucken goddamn it!" I muttered as I instantly dropped the book and noticed that a drop of blood touched a page. I instinctively focused on the wound, stuck my thumb into my mouth, and sucked on the wound tasting the iron taste of blood before putting pressure on the wound with my other hand. The book was wide open as the pages fluttered by themselves.
That's when I noticed a large circular doorway open to see on the other side an office with three impish and a humanoid wolf standing on the other side wide-eyed at me and staring back at me. I stared back with the exact same expression.
I got a good look at the critters and they right back at me. One imp that sat at the head of the table was about five feet tall, with crimson skin, and white blotches of different sizes on his face and tail. Its head was long and narrow with large, curved, black-and-white striped horns. His eyes were red with the sclera yellow which are lined with a thick circle of black. A black heart-shaped skull on the center of his forehead. Wearing a tattered grey collared coat, red buttons down the chest, black knee-high boots propped on the table, and black fingerless gloves that went up to their elbows. The upper side of the gloves had a yellow decoration of some sort. Finishing off with a red skull charm around his neck.
That was just ONE of the three and not counting the wolf creature who peered through the side like some cartoon character getting a good look at what was on the side of the doorway that just opened by sheer dumb luck.
The one to the head's left was a shorter imp. Like the leader, red skin and white freckles, white pointy hair that leads up to his white striped horns. He had much more white on his horns than the leader. The sclera of his eyes was also yellow but had black slit pupils that reminded me of a cat. Thin long red tail sticking out the back of his chair had that classic devilish tail. Lanky legs reminded me of goat legs but with red hooves. This thing wore a navy-black coat, red buttons, and white cuffs. Underneath you could see he had a white shirt, a red large bowtie, and black fingerless gloves. Surprisingly enough had black pants, and no shoes because of the hooves. What's with these fuckers and fingerless gloves?
The imp next to the shorter one was a bit taller than him and seemed more like her. Red skin, a long devilish tail that has a splash of white, especially just at the tip of the tail, and some on her forearm. Like the others yellow sclera and black pupils, red eye shadow, and long black eyelashes extending beyond the sides of her hair. Two long black horns with thin white stripes. Speaking of her hair, it was messy into a bob and was grey. Her bangs covered about half of her right horn. I'm guessing she is a she? Her surprised expression showed that she had a gap between her front teeth and black lipstick. I think I saw a black heart-shaped marking, maybe a tattoo on her left shoulder. Although, out of all of them. Her head seemed the most human out of the bunch, but she didn't have a nose is the only key thing. She wore a cold-shoulder black crop top with gold-colored buttons with straps that meet the torso piece. Again, with the fingerless gloves, a black choker, torn pants, and black foot were that don't cover her hooves like toes.
Now, the wolfish humanoid-looking thing seems feminine as well. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle and a dark grey nose. Her eyes differed from the rest with red instead of yellow sclera and white irises. Dark grey eyeshadow. She has a piercing above her right eyebrow. They can do that? Huh, weird. Her fur was white with a little grey encircling her face and grey patches on her shoulders as well. She had a hairstyle too? It was long, grey, and voluminous, much more than mine, that swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears which the right one was pierced with two hoop earrings, while the left is ragged. Her tail was bushy, dark grey with a white underside. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. Spiked black choker, tattered grey, off-the-top crop-top held at the neckline with crisscrossing spaghetti straps that resembled an inverted pentagram. Shorts that are tattered at the helm, and crescent moon details at the hips. Again, with the fingerless gloves and black toeless stockings. Nice legs. Huh. Wait…those claws are…Those are clawing protruding. I hate to be kicked by her. Then again, the Imps have claw-like hands so either way, lose-lose.
My eyes darted at each of the four creatures analyzing them from top to bottom while gazing at the book with my peripheral vision. That's when the imp at the head of the table noticed to book laying on the floor then back to me and grinned devilishly. Once I saw the devilish grin form, I darted forward toward the book grabbing it first. I could hear him shout "Fucking grab him and that grimoire!"
The bad news hit faster than I could realize, the "hellhound" snagged me into a headlock pulling me into "their" world or rather shall I say hell. Once the book closed, the doorway closed shut and I watched the "comfortable" home I once knew began to vanish before my very eyes. Well, to be honest. Everything was beginning to go black. As everything faded, I realized I was in a chokehold. I knew I dropped the book since I was trying to fight off the hellhound hence why the door closed in the first place. She had the hold locked in tight and my skinny scrawny ass couldn't fight her off or even break the hold. I was fucked. Before going completely black, I was still fighting back and did a mule kick backward causing someone to scream in pain behind me. "What the shit!" then again, a cry of "Fuck!" when I did it again. I was mere seconds from fading into complete black and knew I was going to die. "Wait! Looney! Don't kill the fucker!" was the last thing I heard before everything went black.