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chapter one.
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The Knights of Saint Christopher were feeling glorious this one particular night. Preventing bag magic from invading their world has never felt as good as today. Hamish wonders around the house, bopping his head the ground trembling music like it were the classic genre, Lilith laid on the couch belting out to the tunes clenching her beer and Randall whirls around arms flared, unable to keep himself locked on one thought.

Though, there's one he keeps bouncing back too like boomerang: demons. Not all demons are bad, like not all werewolves murder. Just because the Knights do, doesn't mean every other nonexistent creature does too. And who says demons exist, like Lilith says Hell doesn't exist so how can demons, where would they live or be born ━━━ thus making his idea to summon them foolproof.

"Guys, guys, we should do a. . ." He loses the thought, his eyebrows draw together as he snaps his fingers and claps when it comes back to him, almost spilling his drink on the wooden floor capturing their attention. "A demon summon!"

"Demons aren't real," Lilith retorts, her features scrunching in confusion. "Stop being a drunk idiot."

Hamish gestures over at her lazily, lowering his sunglasses, "What she said."

The corner of his left mouth lifts as he bobs his head, eyebrows raised to hint the opposite. "Or aren't they?"

Hamish shakes his head, collapsing back on the couch besides Lilith, "No, no, we are not summoning a demon."

"Come on, hamish," Randall urges, clasping his hands together in front of him.

"Okay, you've convinced me." The leader replied, shrugging his shoulders careless. Randall fist pumps the air, and creepily simultaneously the boys turned their necks to Lilith besides them, "Come on, Lilith."

"Yeah, Lilith, come on." Randall implores, his smile widens as he squeezes himself in between them, knowing she was bound to say yes more likely sooner than later.

Lilith wonders to the mini bar and pours herself a drink, knowing the boys were waiting for an answer and she would need a drink to handle doing this with them. "Fine. Count me in." Lilith agreed, leaning back on the bar. Randall pumps his fist in the air again, and Hamish smacks the arm rest in excitement.

"We need Google and. . . so many candles." Randall lists, his nose wrinkling in thought. The gang spread out; Hamish drawing the symbols on the wooden floor, Randall searching the words rather than use the books in the basement and Lilith arranges the lit candles at each end of the triangle.

"Now what?" Hamish inquires, wiping away his white dusted chalk hands.

"Dude, your triangle is so ugly," Lilith comments, her eyes crinkling taking in the triangle inside a wobbly circle, fighting back her bubbling laugher.

"Hey, it's not easy drawing big circles on the ground," Hamish argues, gesturing a strong printed finger at her. She laughs lightly at him.

"Guys, this is the part we hold hands." Randall said, interrupting them and held out his hands.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Lilith grumbled, taking his hand in hers. She couldn't deny apart of her was intrigued, what's the worst that could happen: demons spurting out forcing the Knights to slaughter them all ━━━ technically not the worst if they're being evil.

"He's a very convincing person," Hamish states, taking Lilith's hand. He feels like he should've said no, but this is clearly harmless. He's using summoning words and symbols from a tv show.

Randall smiled at the compliment taking Hamish's hand, "Ofcourse I am. Now this is the part in Supernatural where we say the magic Latin words."

"Do you know the Latin words?" Hamish inquired, tilting his head in his direction, an eyebrow raised.

"Ofcourse. Just repeat after google," He presses the petit micro on google translate and listens to her say the words prompting them to repeat, in a blubbering and messy chain of nonsense.

Lilith's eyebrows furrowed, nothing happens. It wouldn't make sense for it happen anyway, if it did then Earth would be running amuck with them because of the great amount of times Dean and Sam Winchester, along with other demon worshipers they've said the words. She doesn't unclench her tense shoulders yet.

The only difference between the Knights and the Winchesters / devil worshipers is one ━━━ well, three have magic swimming in their veins.

"Am I the only not surprised it didn't work?" Lilith asked rhetorically, tilting her head oozing arrogance, eyebrows raised. Neither boys were looking at her, rather over her at the two estranged women on the stairs. Holy shit. Holy shit. Shouldn't they be in the circle?

"You summoned us," The tallest, a dark skinned girl, said in a honeyed tone that promised you nothing but genuine sunshine and affection, leaning on the wall her hands behind her back.

"And we came," The palest one out of the two, adds. Her eyes glisten with mischief under the light and half smile gracing her lips mouthing trouble, the kind you'd be too self conscious to miss out on.

"Yo, it worked," Randall chimed, his eyes locked on the women in front of him untangling his fingers from theirs, afraid if he blinks they'll be disappear.

"This is ━━━ wow," Hamish breathed out, his jaw agape. Ignatius could feel the whirl of emotions spinning within him, he stands tall amongst them like a leader and the air weavers, radiating strength only werewolves would have. Why would a clan of werewolves summon them? It has been awhile since they've been summoned like freaking genies, she hadn't missed it one bit but weirdly enough, they called at the right time.

Ignatius takes delicate steps downstairs, her hands behind her back: their eyes darting between them and straightening the closer they get to touching the ground. She resists the urge to giggle at them, they're clearly virgins at summoning rituals or maybe pretty girls make them nervous.

"Tempest, I think we make the werewolves nervous," Ignatius comments, brushing her raven hair behind her shoulder as she shoots Tempest a glance over her shoulder. Neither questioned how they knew, they're fucking demons living and breathing in front of them. It'd be weird if they didn't know.

"Oh, yeah?" Tempest asks, noting the way the second tallest's adam apple bop when her sneakers touched their floors. The music pumping in the air fades to the background as they observe one another, memorising each petit detail. Her mouth curved into a smile, standing ahead of them, "Do demons make you nervous?"

"Should we be nervous?" The Alpha retorts, his lips pressed set in a hard line, raising his chin. Attempting to assert dominance, typical Alpha Male, Tempest thought, rolling her eyes mentally.

"We'll let you werewolves make that decision in the morning," Ignatius responds, her hands still behind her back and shoulder brushes Tempest's, whilst she observes the large house from her spot. "You summoned us for a reason, right?"

"Right. . . and that reason is," Randall nods his head slowly. Clearly he hadn't. Ignatius brushes the top of her nose like she was wiping something off, rather she sensed an opportunity without having to say the words out loud. Tempest picks up on it, darting her eyes between the three now. He scratches his head, whirling around in his sneakers to glimpse at his friend, gesturing at them. "Did you guys, uh, want anything?"

"Uh. . ." Lilith shrugs at him her mind elsewhere for a moment before snapping back to reality, her eyebrows creasing. "You summoned demons without knowing what you wanted?"

"I didn't think it'd actually work," Randall argues in a hushed tone they heard. Why wouldn't it work? Did they seriously think werewolves and warlocks / witches were the only creatures creeping the earth? He tilts his head to Hamish, his spot was empty and finds him behind the bar, "Do you want something?"

"No, I'm all ━━━ " He adds an umbrella to his finished mixed drink and gave half a smile, "━━━ good."

Tempest shares a glance with her; she didn't want to do it. There are plenty of other things she'd rather be than here, amusing a bunch of werewolves that could tear them apart if they wanted but it's better than back at the other campus, the wrong people were starting to notice them so maybe it's best they stick here to lay low. She bites back a grunt at Ignatius's pointed look, angling her body towards him and plasters a smile over lips letting her feet take her to his bar.

Her head tilts standing before him, no quirk in her features only a mask hiding her irritation. She likes his hair, but the drink in his hand looks so much better. She could tell she makes him nervous, or maybe it was the angry red brand on the side of her head. No amount of concealer could hide her mark of Hell, reminding her every time she looks in the mirror who she belongs too.

"Aren't you going to share?" Her voice was soft, luring you in like an innocent moth to a flame, her fingers grazing her bottom lip.

Hamish gulps down his drink, his eyebrows drawing together like he was trying to think and pick out details about her. He places the glass in her hand, his eyes lingering on hers trying to read into them. Everyone knows the eyes are like the windows of our soul but hers, hers were a void of black. Plain black. He clears his throat, releasing the glass. "You won't be disappointed," He promises and clinks their glass.

"I hope not," She murmurs, locking eyes with him as she chugs it down. He's interested in her, he doesn't hide it very well ━━━ the eye contact drifting from her shoulders then back around her heart shaped face, leaning forward whenever she does. It's all clear signs to being charmed. Possibly an even worse mistake than summoning them here.

"What does the winner win?" Ignatius asks, her hands leaning on the sticky wooden table, eyes glued to Lilith lining her side of cups in a triangle. Her smile spreads when she gets caught for looking too long, Lilith averts her gaze briefly brushing her over her shoulder.

"You clearly have something in mind." Lilith notes. She glances to Randall whirling around, doing karaoke without knowing the correct words, then at Tempest sharing more drinks with Hamish and back at her.

"How about, you owe me one?" Ignatius suggests, tossing the white tennis ball and catches it: repeating the cycle.

Lilith scoffed, pausing, "I'm not going to owe a demon a favour."

Ignatius' left eye narrows a smidge bit, commenting, "You're not as dumb as I thought you were."

"Ofcourse, I'm not." Lilith mumbles checking once more of the cups were aligned, and glanced up at her, raising her eyebrows, "Are we going to play or not?"

"For a kiss perhaps?" Ignatius teased, slinging the ball and splashes her triangle head red cup. Brushing her soft hair behind her ears as a grin spreads on her lips.

"Not a chance." Lilith retorts, before chugging down the cup and crushing it. Her eyebrows arch at the aggressive approach, colour her intrigued. The stench of cheap alcohol grows as Randall comes near, belting to Akon - Don't Matter using his cup as a microphone.

Ignatius glimpsed over her shoulder, to Tempest hiding her mischievous smile behind her glass and winks at her. First rule of summoning demons: don't do it.