Sebastian Thorie

Sebastion had just returned to his dorm after class, rejected yet again by another student. When would the humiliation end? Setting his bag down, he looked at the parchment her had found. 'Demon summoning circle' it read in bold print at the top. Was he really going to believe this would work, and what would it really hurt to try it? Plucking the parchment free, he moved all his things to press against the walls of his room, needing enough space to draw this damn circle. Within minutes he had recreated the sketch, now all he had to do was light some candles and recite the words on the paper. He couldn't actually believe he was doing this, but what did he have to lose? The candles were lit and all was ready, a spill of broken Latin left his lips with the cadence of a chant. Finally he spoke English again. "I summon you demon! Come forth and serve me!" The candles around him flared, the air feeling heavy out of nowhere..