Gathering for the Ritual
Danielle opened her suitcase on top of the hotel bed. “We better start getting ready,” she said.
There were three other people in the dimly lit room with her. Two guys and one other girl. All in their 40s and 50s.
One of them, Peter, was Danielle’s husband. Nice guy. Handsome. Charming. A man’s man, without being overly so. He worked hard as an accountant at the Teller-Grant Institute.
The other guy, Alex, was Peter’s best friend from work. Also an accountant, a little more on the nerdy/dorky side. They exchanged funny memes throughout the day and often barbequed together on weekends.
Lastly, the other girl also worked at Teller-Grant as an assistant to one of the vice presidents in a different office, but had no prior relationship with any of them. Her name was Tara. She was tall and pretty. Much prettier than Danielle.
“How much time do we have, sweetie?” Danielle asked her husband Peter, as she sorted through and began unloading the items in her suitcase.
He checked his phone. “Um, it’s 4:21 now.” In the morning. Just over 20 minutes away from 4:44 AM, the designated time.
Aside from Danielle’s suitcase, they had no other luggage. No one brought anything else. No change of clothes. No books to read or laptops to do work on. Not even a toothbrush or can of deodorant.
None of them were planning to stay.
They just needed to be here, in this room, in this hotel, at this bewitching hour… for a very specific, and very secret, purpose.
Danielle carefully removed each item from her suitcase and organized it neatly on the bed: a zip lock bag full of dirt, a large black feather, a white wax candle, an empty glass bowl, and a handheld candle lighter. She also pulled out small leather-bound journal, which looked old and worn.
“You really think this is gonna work?” Alex asked.
“God I hope so,” said Tara.
“It’ll work,” assured Peter. “My wife knows her stuff.”
“Thank you,” she said to her husband. And he was right. When it came to this stuff – witchcraft, ancient mythology, and secret rituals – she was indeed something of an expert.
She’d been a solitary practicing witch most of her life. Ever since she was a teenager and first learned about it. But she wasn’t that powerful or anything. In time, with practice and study, she learned how to cast a few basic spells and simple enchantments. Things like levitating a feather, turning water into wine, or even entrancing Peter and making him fall in love with her. Although she never told him that last part.
A few years ago, while researching lesser known deities that could be invoked for special spells, she accidentally came across a mention of an interdimensional demon called the “Quadspell.”
According to legend, it was a powerful beast – and the only one of its kind. It was created by the gods, who took four separate and uniquely powerful demons and used their divine powers to fuse and combine and force those four demons into one single new monster: the Quadspell.
It possessed the combined magic and power of all four demons, amplified exponentially. It was meant to be an ultimate weapon in an eternal war – but, according to what she read, the creature was eventually abandoned and banished to another dimension. It became too dangerous. Too hard to control. The fusion had driven the four demons insane, and whatever intelligence they once possessed separately had fractured and split, leaving the beast completely overridden by wild instinct.
At least, that’s what some demonologist had allegedly discovered and wrote about, approximately 2,200 years ago. The author had also learned that the Quadspell could be summoned at will through a specific ritual. But something about our reality was painful and toxic to it. The creature wanted nothing more than to escape and return back to its former dimension. It would do anything to be freed from the summoning – including using its incredible magical powers to grant any wish or demand given by the ones who summoned it. If it granted those four wishes – one per each person required to perform the ritual – the summoners would release it, and the beast would promptly escape back home.
The demonologist used the Quadspell in this way several times, over two millennia ago. Over the years and ages, mention of this unique supernatural beast made it into a few secret texts, passed down from one demonologist to another. Some feared it. The beast was too powerful, too dangerous, too risky to even try to control. Others bravely took that risk, performed the ritual to summon the creature, and benefited from its great magic. Those summoners enjoyed long life, massive wealth, punishment and revenge upon their enemies, all the sex and pleasure they desired, and more.
It’s believed that one or two emperors and ancient kings had also summoned the Quadspell, rising to power and leading unstoppable armies, because of this creature. Other ancient legends of seemingly immortal individuals may have secretly summoned the Quadspell too.
But what did Danielle, Peter, Alex, and Tara want?
The ritual required four summoners. In order to release the beast and send it back to its own world, each summoner would be granted one wish.
Any wish.
That’s what Danielle promised her husband Peter, his best friend Alex, and their necessary fourth member, Tara. It could be anything they wanted. Youth, immortality, riches, fame, power, anything.
But they each could only wish for one thing.
Wishing for more wishes was not an option. The beast was powerful and dangerous. Calling it into this world would cause it incredible pain. It didn’t want to stay. It would give them what they asked so it would be freed. Their wishes had to be clear and specific. Something they wanted. Something they needed. Something they longed for or desired.
And they would have it.
Simply by staring a monster in the face – and making their wants known.
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