Bree
Queen of Broken Hearts
Winifred, or Winnie, had been waiting for this moment ever since she heard the rumors a mere two days ago. She had heard whisperings and tales in the strip joint of a demon who will grant you a wish in exchange for your soul, though she was still unsure how much of it was true since the tellers were sipping on many alcoholic beverages. But still, the desperate girl had to try.
So she gathered up the supplies from memory and on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, walking a ways from the city lights and into the woods. Winnie laid out her materials on the slick grass beside her before sinking to her knees, the dew sinking through her tattered jeans. Hesitation caused her hands to shake as she grabbed a kitchen knife. This probably wasn't even going to work, so she shouldn't be nervous. It was just a small burst of hope that, like the others, would get snuffed out as quickly as it was lit.
With newfound determination, Winnie sliced a thin line on her palm and squeezed the blood into an inverted pentagram with a spiked circle surrounding it on the grass in front of her. Biting her lip from the sting of pain, she lit two black candles and placed them in the symbol, dressing these with her blood also. This was the most crucial step. Getting the words right.
Winnie picked up a single, sleek raven feather and held it in the flames, watching it burn for a moment before whispering. "Demon as dark as night, I call thee to me. In exchange for your services, I offer you my soul. Come forth and do my bidding, demon!" Winnie held her breath and winced in pain as the flames on the feather reached her fingertips, waiting to find out whether or not the stories of evil creatures were true...
@A'zaia
So she gathered up the supplies from memory and on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, walking a ways from the city lights and into the woods. Winnie laid out her materials on the slick grass beside her before sinking to her knees, the dew sinking through her tattered jeans. Hesitation caused her hands to shake as she grabbed a kitchen knife. This probably wasn't even going to work, so she shouldn't be nervous. It was just a small burst of hope that, like the others, would get snuffed out as quickly as it was lit.
With newfound determination, Winnie sliced a thin line on her palm and squeezed the blood into an inverted pentagram with a spiked circle surrounding it on the grass in front of her. Biting her lip from the sting of pain, she lit two black candles and placed them in the symbol, dressing these with her blood also. This was the most crucial step. Getting the words right.
Winnie picked up a single, sleek raven feather and held it in the flames, watching it burn for a moment before whispering. "Demon as dark as night, I call thee to me. In exchange for your services, I offer you my soul. Come forth and do my bidding, demon!" Winnie held her breath and winced in pain as the flames on the feather reached her fingertips, waiting to find out whether or not the stories of evil creatures were true...
@A'zaia