5 months ago
Job finished the symbol he was was drawing with chalk on the floor of the old warehouse he had broken into. The 17 year-old didn’t want to risk anyone walking in on this and was equally concerned by the exact amount of floorspace that it was going to take to do, so he hadn’t done it at home. He checks the grimoire one more time, comparing the symbol in the book to the one on the floor of the leaky-roofed warehouse. He best get this underway as soon as possible before the rain could too badly mangle the summoning circle, he couldn't wait any longer to try.
“Ok…so…stand in the center of the symbol…” He walks forward until he’s dead center of the pentagram like shape. “And then…brace yourself?” He lowered the grimoire for a moment “The Hell is that suppose to AUGH!” Shooting pain fired off through his stomach like something had just ripped it open as the room glowed with a deep purple light. The pain shoots upward, his vision going white for a moment as a pillar of shadow, darkness and…feathers shot out of his mouth…forming some kind of gigantic, demonic Owl…thing with glowing, pink eyes... Before the sound of coughing filled the room, both from the now collapsed Job who hacked blood,black vile and feathers onto the ground, and from the demonic shape, which reshaped itself into... a lanky, somewhat unkempt, birdlike demon girl...who coughed her own smoke.
...And of course, Job is still doubled over, on the floor, and coughing up the blood, feathers and black bile when the bird recovered rather quickly. "Oh come on, aren't you cultist morons supposed to be prepared for this kind of thing?" The Bird commented.
"I-I guess they...probably would be" Job starts standing up, wiping some blood off his face with a sleeve as he does. "But I'm not a cultist, I just wanted to make a deal wi-" Job finally gets a good look at the individual he had summoned and frowned. "...Well I was hoping to summon Lord Stolas but uh, well...clearly something went wrong here"
"...You were trying to summon my dad? So you interrupted my afternoon for no reason then" The demon looks...annoyed. And an Annoyed Demon is a dangerous Demon.
"W-well, wait, if...if your his kid you should be more than powerful enough to make a deal then, right miss...uh, sorry didn't catch your name." Job was sweating bullets.
"Octavia. And I suppose, I haven't really...done so, ever, but its more than likely I can"
Right, ok, calm down job you can salvage this. "Right thats...helpful. Ahem, I'm Job, and I would like to make a deal with you. In exchange for the death of my asshat stepfather who I assure you 100% deserves whats coming to him, I am willing to offer my soul."
"Wait" Octavia signaled for him to stop while facepalming. "Are you telling me that you planned on summoning an actual demon lord for something you could do with a pistol?"
"...Well if I killed him directly it would get traced back to m-"
"...Whatever. Let me guess, however the heaven you summoned me means that I can't go back home until the deal is complete"
"...I have no idea, I'm not an occultist I've never done this kind of thing befo-."
"You still have blood on your face" Octavia interrupted, making Job again take a sleeve to his face in an attempt to whipe the last of the mess off his face before holding a hand out. "Lets just get this over with. One dead stepdad in exchange for a soul"
Job enthusiastically shook her hand...and Octavia's eyes glowed. "Ok, he crashed his car, he'll die on the way to the hospital. Can I leave now?"
"I mean I'm not gonna try to-" Octavia began to fade as Job spoke "keep you here. Ok then. Well, see you when I die I guess"
He did in fact, see her when he died. However this happened far, far sooner than he was expecting, when he was struck by a bus on his 18th birthday, dying instantly from the impact. From his perspective he felt himself falling and falling and falling and falling for hours until he landed atop something large and soft.
From Octavia's perspective, something tiny and fur-covered crashed down onto her bed, actually causing her to yelp in shock before...curiously poking the miniature thing. "Um...what the fuck?"
"ugh...did anyone get the number of the bus that...hit...me." Job had started standing up... before looking up and seeing the now massive form of the Avain demon that he had summoned months ago. "...Oh shit."
"...Wait. I know that voic- Your that idiot kid who summoned me" Octavia sighs thinking for a moment as she picked up the miniscule demon. "It was...Jeb right?"
"J-Job."
"Job, that was it. I take it you took a dirtnap then?"
"...I guess I...must of but why the hell are you so big all of a sudden?!"
"..."
"...your not any bigger than last time are you"
"Nope." She shrugs. "Guess something about you just gave you a tiny demon form"
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