|The Red Queen| FxM

The books binding creaked as Y/C slowly opened it to the first page. “Summoning Queen Asaroth, a step by step method.” He muttered, running his hand over the dusty crinkled parchment. He was hunched over in the middle of his university dorm room, his curtains covered the window on the far side of the room, bathing the space in a cold darkness. The only illumination offered was from the candles Y/C had lit to “set the mood”. Of course, he didn’t believe in demons or ghosts. However, he had to admit that the dusty tome he had found tucked away in the back of the library was odd and intriguing. He continued reading. “If you manage to summon or commune with the Queen, be warned: you may be granted power, riches, or whatever else you could desire, howeve-“ the words were cut off by a large dark stain splotched across the page, making whatever warning it might have offered illegible. Y/C had seen horror movies before, obviously this was a horrible idea. He was curious to see what would happen, but going through with this ritual couldn’t end well and he knew it. 

About two days later, he finished lighting the final candle of the seven lining the circle he had drawn on the floor with a lump of charcoal. The possibility of this being real had been eating away at him, so he decided to just give it a go. He had carved runes onto the floor in front of him with great care and precision, careful to not botch the ritual. The book said that if at any point something was off, the demon would reject the summoning. Y/C stepped back from the circle, admiring his handiwork. He grabbed the book off of the floor and flipped the final page of ritual planning. He took a deep breath, finding the words scrawled in a deep red ink. “Regina ignis, veni in domum meam!” He stood there for a good two minutes, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he closed the book. “What was I thinking? Of course nothing happened it’s just a stupid ritual to scare people.” He tossed the book onto the small couch across from the window. The moment he turned his back on the array of candles and charcoal, suddenly, the window snapped open, wind blowing the curtains open and flooding the room with moonlight. The book on the couch fluttered open, the pages flipping and landing on an inked sketch of a feminine figure, four orange eyes adorning its horned head with a forked tail wrapping around its legs. Y/C turned back around at the sound of the window, only to see an orange light tracing the circle on the floor. The wind grew more intense as the light swirled, eventually forming some sort of portal, releasing a blast of scalding hot air into the room. “W-what the…” He stuttered, stepping backwards. Two long dark grey horns begin to raise up from the portal…

If you’re interested in what I’ve written here feel free to send me a message! I’ll be playing in a more narrative role as well as Asaroth herself. There are two ways I can play the demon, the first is the more classic elegant regal way, 

She stands over you, her gaze like hot metal pressing into you. “You poor mortal, you truly have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into have you?” She looks around the room, a look of subtle disgust on her face. “This cramped space is nowhere for a Queen to reside…”

Or, I can do a more laid back fun approach, less elegant but more casual and fun.

The demon towers over you, her tall form imposing and powerful. Suddenly, the demon raises her arms above her head, stretching and yawning. “Gods, it has been a while since I’ve been summoned up to here!” She looks around the room, her eyes eventually landing on you. “Not much of a temple, but I guess I’ll make do.”

Of course if you have any other ideas or suggestions let me know! 

~Siren <3