❝ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 ❞

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With a deep sigh, the long-haired Ravenette ran his fingers through his silky black hair; plopping down on his bed, wiping unshed tears from his swollen reddish eyes.

Finally.

He set himself free.

Free from the hell he had gotten to experience on this very earth itself.

Choi Beomgyu, was now an orphan; and single.

05:53 pm, February 14th, 2024; Valentine's day to be precise, he broke up with his toxic and abusive Boyfriend Jaehoon, of four years and had moved out from his old shabby house, since his Grandfather's funeral ended a week ago.

And now, here he laid on his small yet the most comfortable bed he knew his whole life, inside his small new apartment room breathing a sigh of relief for the first time in a long while.

"Finally I'm free." Beomgyu whispered to the silence in his room, biting his lips to prevent himself from letting out any sounds; but still a meek sob escaped his lips.

After four years of being in an abusive and toxic relationship, feeling like he was locked away into a cage of misery and suffering and knew nothing but darkness and agony; it felt like he was hugged by the warmth of freedom and relief as warm tears of joy dripped down his eyes, wetting the pilow underneath.

It was Valentine's day today, a day he had spent with Jaehoon for the past four years, but tonight he would be alone.

The feelings he dreaded to ever feel, suddenly felt like coming back to him now that he felt the cold pain of loneliness bite his heart.

He was alone, totally alone and lonley in this world now, with his last family being his Grandfather passing away, and the only one who loved him; Jaehoon, out from his life too.

Yes, he was toxic and abusive, but he was a presence Beomgyu craved so much in his life. More than anything.

Even a small amount of reassurance and affection made him hungry like a starving dog, who lapped up any ounce of love given to him.

A loyal, desperate and pathetic dog, crazy for his owner's love. That's what he had become.

His hands itched to unblock Jaehoon, his heart screaming at him to go back to the same pit of hell he so difficulty escaped and drink up the addictive harmful liquid called "love" from that toxic source.

Yet this time, Beomgyu refused to listen to his heart, having it locked into a strict cage and leaving the key in that godforsaken place he once called "home".

Now he will listen to his brain, and won't be a pathetic weak dog.

He will be better.

He will change.

"I feel so lonley...damn my life." More tears spilled out of his eyes, while he clutched the pillow tight to his arms, sobbing into it, the anxiety of being alone eating him from inside.

No wonder it was so easy for Jaehoon to manipulate him. He dreaded being alone, and it was hitting him at full force right now, it was almost suffocating and heart-wrenching. His condition was worse than a child crying for it's mother.

That's how much he hated being alone, being lonely and vulnerable.

The slightly cold night of early February felt more cold than usual, but what felt even colder was Beomgyu's damaged heart. It ached so much, he wanted to squeeze it out of his chest.

"I can't do this anymore..."

He got up from his bed, making his way towards the old book carton-box he had brought from his Grandfather's house, remebering an old book he had packed inside while moving.

A book to summon deities and demons.

"If God can't help me, a Demon would." Beomgyu whispered, tearing open the tape over the carton, emptying it's contents until his eyes finally landed on the book he was searching for.

"Here it is..."

Beomgyu's hands trembled slightly from holding the thick, vintage book in his hands, feeling the crisp pages of it still intact and whole.

It was a fairly thick book with slightly crumbled pale yellow pages, and a black hardcover made of probably leather; with a carved "Kaléō Daīmon" using Silver ink etched on the top-middle of it.

Beomgyu brushed his fingers over the carved letters, feeling the rough yet firm texture of the cover through his skin, making a shiver of anticipation and excitement run through his body.

He was about to summon a demon. A real demon.

"I wonder if it'll work." Beomgyu whispered to himself, as he flipped open the pages of the book, scanning everything written in it.

Most of it was in a language he couldn't understand, along with old English translations beside it.

He wasn't the best in English, brought up with Korean culture afterall, so he had to use technology. The best source to exist in mordern society.

He translated the index page, as the shutter of camera clicked the picture, translating it in a fraction of second, providing Beomgyu with the answers in translated Korean.

"How to summon a demon who will grant your wishes...page 67." Beomgyu read the translation out loud, quickly taking action and flipping the page to 67, and there it was.

The whole diagram of a summoning ritual circle and mantras.

"This seems too real.." Beomgyu mumbled, his eyes travelling all over the page, soaking in the information in it.

He didn't understand half of it, but the Mantra was clear. It was probably in some language he had no idea of, and there was a diagram of a summoning circle like they usually show in movies.

"It seems too easy...just a hexagon and candles? No blood? No weird stuff?" He wondered as he translated the text in the book, the task looking way too easy for such a ritual.

The only ingredients needed were a white chalk to draw the circle, two candles to illuminate the surroundings, a thin paper and black ink. Surprising.

"That's it?" Beomgyu wondered, but got to work either ways, gathering the stuff he needed to summon the demon.

He had some difficulty finding a chalk, but he found it in his old instrument box, a small piece of chalk he used to keep for correcting his mistakes in his notebook as a student.

After gathering everything he needed for the summoning, he turned off the lights of his rather small room, drawing the curtains and clearing the floor from the mess he had made earlier, and started drawing a hexagon along with some words the diagram instructed; lighting up two candles, one infront of him and one behind him, placing them right across each other.

Now the ritual said he needed to be clean. Good that he had taken a shower just a while ago.

Now everything was ready. He just needed to use the ink on the paper and burn it while chanting the spell to summon the demon.

With a deep sigh and trembling belief in his heart, he sat down in the middle of the hexagon, taking the paper in his hand; while he dipped the brush in black ink, ready to write the incantation.

"I hope it works..."

❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ❞ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

˖ 𓍢ִִ ⋆ ❝ ✉️ ❞ ୭ ˚.

Hello Luvs!!
Welcome to the very first chapter of "MDFH" we're starting with Beomie being a disaster lmao, dude fr decided to summon a demon cuz he's lonley😂

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and will stay till the end🥹

Tysm for reading, looking forward to your votes and comments! Take care!
-Rin💗