CHAPTER ONE:
SUMMONING THE WICKED

"Guys I'm not sure about this," Peter Parker told the group around him.

After a decathlon practice, MJ had forced them all to do some team bonding claiming that It will 'lessen the tension and makes you feel like you can trust each other'. Peter knew it was a shit excuse and she just wanted to see them suffer.

So what better game to play other than truth or dare?

And that's how Peter found himself in this situation, dared by Flash to do some ritual he found online to supposedly 'summon the devil himself'.

"Always knew you were a coward Penis!" Flash hollered.

"Shut up Flash'" MJ snapped before turning to face Peter, "You know the rule, do it or take something off."

Peter was already down to two socks and his shirt and his pants. His flannel laid beside him along with his shoes and he really didn't want to take anything off over this dare.

"Nah it's okay," He looked at the pentagon they had drawn, "I'll- I'll do it."

He looked at Ned who gave him an encouraging nod.

"What am I supposed to do again?"

Betty gave him her phone, where they had searched for the ritual, "it says to draw this, which we've drawn then place yourself in the center," Peter followed her instructions as she recited the steps by memory, the phone in his hand forgotten, "And then say this gibberish which Is supposed to be a spell three times," Peter looked down at the gibberish on Betty's phone.

"Then?"

"Then you offer an offering to the devil and shall he approve, he will show himself."

Peter took a deep breath, "Okay let's do this."

He looked down at the phone and read the gibberish three times, he didn't notice but the rest of the team saw the flames grow making them take a step back.

He then nervously bit his bottom lip as he thought about something to offer, "Umm, great Lucifer? I offer you... my um...pizza?"

There was a moment of suspense, the candles had been blown out entirely except for the candle resting in the center next to Peter.

The team held their breath, (Flash had a killer grip on MJ's arm) and waited.

Peter turned to face them with a grin, "Guess he's not coming, it was fun let's never do this again."

The team nodded and quickly disposed of the pentagon before they sat down to continue the game.

"Okay Peter, it's your turn."

༆ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ༆

On his way home, Peter had an uneasy feeling. Not like his spidey sense, but something deeper.

He felt like he was being followed, the presence was both alarming and calming which made no sense to Peter.

The feeling didn't falter even when he sat down in the car with Happy, on his way to Stark Tower for his internship, even when he entered the secure building.

And not even when he met Mr. Stark in the lab.

"Hey Underoos," Tony greeted him with a wave.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter said and quietly went to put his backpack in a corner.

That's when Tony knew something was wrong. Where was the blabbering kid who would tell him every single detail about his day —even about which pen Ned asked to borrow— and what has happened to him.

"What's wrong?" Tony turned his back on where he was fixing DUM-E's hand —who had burned it while trying to pour him a glass of water— and faced Peter with concern.

"Nothing! It's just," Peter nervously looked around and rubbed the back of his neck, "Do you ever get the feeling that you're being followed? I mean if it was on the street it would be less normal but- but I feel like I'm being watched even right now."

Tony frowned, "How many hours of sleep did you get kiddo?"

"I got the full 7 hours Mr, Stark. It's not that today we did this satanic ritual-"

"You did what?"

"—and it just made me uneasy."

Tony waved his hand like he was pushing invisible stuff away and then stood up and walked towards Peter, "No, tell me about this ritual you did."

"It was to summon the devil."

Tony looked him in the eye, "Did he come?"

Peter opened his mouth but before he could say anything another voice answered.

"Yes, She did,"

Tony Stark would deny this until the day he died—and even in the afterlife— but his scream was so high pitch it sounded like a four-year-old.

"JARVIS, Security breach!" Tony screamed as his iron man suit came flying towards him and as soon as his gauntlet was on, he pointed it at the very attractive stranger sitting on his table.

"How did you get in? Who are you? Peter get behind me!" Tony said as got ready to blast the stranger.

She smiled, "I was invited of course, which I'm not happy about," she looked at Peter, "You are lucky I like pizza."

Peter's eyes bugged out, "Wha- what?!"

Tony squinted, "Pete you know this lady?"

"No!"

"Don't be rude, sweetie, you summoned me," Lucifer said as she started fixing her nails with a nail polish she summoned out of nowhere.

"Lucifer?" Peter whispered like he was sharing a secret.

"What?" Tony looked between the two, confused, "You telling me this beauty here is the devil?"

Lucifer smirks, "Why thank you, you handsome fox."

"Sir," JARVIS spoke, "I can't identify the intruder."

"Yeah Jarv, we kinda established that she's the...devil."

"So what did you want kiddo?" Lucifer hopped off the table and started walking towards Peter, ignoring the impulser Tony pointed at her, "Fame? Money? Love? For the old man to drop dead and give you all his fortune-"

"No!"

"-Anything you want."

Peter stared at her, "I...don't?"

"Oh, there must be something that you want!"

"Hold up," Tony came and stood between Lucifer and Peter, "Are you some kind of genie? Going around granting wishes?"

The queen of hell huffed, "No, he just didn't specify why he summoned me so I'm kinda stuck here with him until he gets what he wants."

"What do you mean stuck with me?"

She flipped her hair and looked around the workshop, "Stuck, like I can't leave."

Tony gently slammed his head on the table, "Shit."

Peter looked between his mentor and father figure, and the literal devil who is kinda bound to him, "Aunt May's not gonna like this."

Tony lifted his head, eyes wide, and then slammed his head harder, "Double shit," he paused and then turned his head towards Peter, "Don't repeat these to your aunt."

"Pinky promise Mr. Stark."

Lucifer watched with amusement, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

༆ᴡᴏʀᴅs:1500༆

Yeah, I'm back with another book...