forum Quarter Past Midnight (3/3) {CLOSED, STALKERS WELCOME}

Started April 19, 2020 by @CWPoofToxicRush

tune

Frankie looked up. "No, no, keep going, one sec…" She carefully opened one of the guitar cases, letting out a low whistle at the deep red and black guitar. "Damn, she's a beauty…"

Josh used his hand to wipe the dust off the drum heads and pulled up a box to sit on. Tentatively, he tapped on each of the drums to make sure they worked. Strangely, they sounded practically perfect. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It didn't seem right. He shook off the feeling of wrongness and tried out a simple beat. It echoed satisfyingly. "This place has got great acoustics, man…"

Frankie nodded, carefully picking up the guitar, throwing the strap around her and strumming a chord. "Perfectly in tune… holy shit!" She said, blinking. "This place had been abandoned since the early nineties! My guitar goes out of tune after two days! How the fuck?" She asked, picking up the sheet again. "Hey, should we take another look at this? I can't figure out how you're supposed to pronounce, like, three of these words…who was even writing in Latin?"

Josh got up from the drum set and took the page from Frankie. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the page. "Hm…doesn't look like anything I've seen before…Potens satanas?" He then proceeded to attempt reading the entire page out loud, intermittently trailing off, stumbling over words and often stopping to say a word a few times over, testing the pronunciation.

((the idea is that the latin on the page translates roughly to this:
Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever.

I entreat thee to inspire [name of demon] to manifest before me that they may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to their office.

This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father.))

Frankie tilted her head. "Satanas… sounds like Satan. Guess they weren't helping with the Satanic Panic, huh?" She asked, brows furrowed. "Sounds like you're summoning a demon…"

Josh wrinkled his nose and squinted at the paper. "This part's got some kind of brownish stain over it…ugh." He was on the last sentence.

"Hoc nomen mihi…rev–reverenter atque humilit–humiliter petere…tua, Domine Satanus, ut te dignum me, Patris."

As soon as the last word left his mouth, their flashlights simultaneously went out with an echoing pop. Josh jumped and let out a string of colorful swears.

Frankie looked around. "Okay, this is creepy…" She said, wrapping her flannel tighter around herself as the temperature started dropping, breath forming small clouds in front of her face. "Shit…"

Josh took off his leather jacket and draped it around Frankie's shoulders. He put a protective arm around her, just in case. A violent shiver ran up his back. "Fuck. Do you hear that?" It sounded like an impossibly deep voice chanting in some ancient, forgotten language, the volume slowly rising from barely audible to deafening.

Frankie nodded, covering her ears. "What the fuck?" She yelled, barely able to be heard over the chanting. "What's going on? What did we do?"

Josh gritted his teeth. "Shit, I don't know, man!" The chanting sounded like it was coming from inside his head and all around them at the same time, growing shrill and piercing. Then, out of nowhere, like a reversed scream, it seemed to be sucked up into the middle of the room, leaving complete silence.

He could feel his heartbeat in his skull, going faster than he thought possible. Ears ringing, Josh watched as the flashlights flickered back on. Then his gaze landed on a pair of red dots, glowing softly in the shadows on the other side of the room, and his heart leapt into his throat.

Frankie looked over, eyes going wide. "Who's there?" She asked, holding her flashlight in front of her. "Who-what are you?!"

(It’s me on my alt)

“The hell..Who summoned me..?” His tail wiped around to make sure it wasn’t an ambush from behind. “And why always me..There’s about a million other demons..” He’d growl.

Josh, eyes wide, swallowed thickly and picked up his light. He flashed it at the figure in the darkness, but they seemed to absorb the light, leaving a silhouette of a very stereotypically-demon-looking figure contrasting strikingly against the lit wall behind it.

Frankie took a deep breath, taking one step toward the figure. "Who are you?" She asked again, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Jack..You must be Frankie and Josh…What are you doing..summoning a demon in a abandoned peace of shit like this..?" He'd look around. "And don't ask how I know your names..that's a secret.." He'd chuckle.

Josh pushed down his fear and stepped forward beside Frankie, a guarded look on his face. "How much exactly do ya know about us?"

"Enough..Now answer me..WHY THE HEL DID YOU SUMMON ME!?" He'd yell and growl.

Frankie hid her slight flinch. "Summon you? We were reading some words off a lyric sheet someone left! The fuck do you mean, summon you?"

"So how the crap am I here…? Wait..give me that paper.." He'd point at the paper in Josh's hands.

Josh, realizing he was still holding the sheet, held it out, being careful not to touch the demon's fingers as they snatched the page from his hand.