FRIENDSHIP IS WITCHCRAFT | SATANIC RITUAL + POSSESSION

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    // tl;dr - witchpaw tried to summon a demon. said demon possesses him. said demon is henri leonidas. witchpaw is out in the forest vomiting blood now


    One night, when the moon was waning, and Witchpaw didn't want to miss out on the moon's light to power his rituals, he scurried out to the forest island where there was already a lovely pentagram waiting for him. He smiled softly at the sight of animal blood and unlit candles, and he quickly set the candles on fire with his elemental power, and hummed. What would he do today? Try and learn a new power? He thought of all the elements he could learn. Wind, maybe? Maybe electricity? Ooh, electricity sounded awesome. He imagined shocking his enemies, and smiled a bit.
    He went to go look through his spellbook, but another spell caught his eye.
    Summon a lesser evil spirit.
    Summon someone? Lonepaw had joked about that, and he didn't think it was real at first, but it seemed to be true. He looked through the directions and names he could summon, and drew the corresponding sigil in the moist earth with a sharpened claw.
    So here goes nothing. He checked over what he needed. Pentagram in blood of lesser beings? Check. Black candles, lit? Check. Sigil in dirt? Check. He then had to put his own blood in the circle, and he gulped. Anything for magic.
    He slowly, slowly cut his paw with another claw, and whimpered at the pain as the blood dripped onto the circle. It hurt a lot more than he expected, and it seemed to burn. Witchpaw whined as it seemed like the blood wasn't stopping. He began to chant the ritual.


    "Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray 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 Henri Leonidas to manifest before me that he may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to his office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father."


    He didn't know what any of that meant, and waited as he stopped bleeding.
    Suddenly, the ground caught on fire that danced purple, and what formed was an older white feline with ruby red eyes. Huh, he didn't look evil. Suddenly, Witchpaw realized what he did, and screamed. "You're a demon! Oh god!"


    The demon huffed. "Like a fake one, just cause' I'm married to the king of Hell so I live there. What do you want, kiddo?" He asked, grinning.


    "K-King of Hell?"


    "Belial. Ah, do you not have a reason to summon me?"


    "No, I was just curious to see if I could do it."


    "I'll propose a reason, then. You give me another chance at life, and I'll give you extraordinary powers. You will control clans, and your enemies will fear you." Henri smiled.


    "You know what? That sounds cool. Okay, I agree. How do I-" Suddenly, there was a cold rush, and then Henri was gone. "No wait, don't go, that sounded-" There was now a sharp, piercing pain in his head and throat, and he turned, his stomach nearly turning.


    He vomited blood, and nearly choked on it. "Oh god, what did... he do to me..." He whined, blood dripping off his mouth. Suddenly, he was not in control. He was thinking someone else's thoughts. Hey. Thanks for the body. I can't seem to find my own. I'll be nice to it, promise. I'm a kinda good guy! I won't be in control for too long. We can share. This is.. Blizzardclan, right? Tama. She can't possibly be leader, but it'd be nice to see her. Oh, Tama? That was a girl I really liked long ago. I'm sure she's dead. Okay, so we communicate through thought, okay? If you really need to take over, you just gotta will it. Same with me though, so be careful. Time to meet your friends. Those were not his own thoughts, and he coughed, in pan.





    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Lonepaw saw the candles, heard chanting, and came straight over. Spotting Witchpaw throwing up blood, her first thought was that he'd annoyed a demon so much they cursed him, but she hurried over anyway. "Gods, Witchpaw, what did you do?" She questioned, eyes narrowing in both surprise and concern.
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    The male turned at the sound of her voice. Henri was in control- Witchpaw could barely feel his own limbs. It was like everything was a dream, and he wanted to wake up. "Oh. I'm fine." He said, and then grinned a toothy grin. "Just- enjoying some wine," He said, in regards to his blood-filled mouth. "Want some?"


    Witchpaw was so disgusted, he took control. "No, not her! Don't..." He shuddered, and the taste of metallic blood was awful. He tried to spit it out. "Lonepaw, help, I-I accidentally let a spirit into my body!"

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He was surprised when he stumbled upon the scene- hadn't Witchpaw been doing this before too? If it was some sort of religious thing Eggpaw was certainly accepting of whatever he wanted to do, but the snippets of chanting he'd heard through the bushes made all of this seem... off. The French healer had the same eerie, unnatural feeling that he got when he found his blue sandstone crystal necklace, like Witchpaw was messing with something far beyond himself. His worried thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the blood dripping from his mouth- was he puking blood?! With all his training in physical healing it was hard to believe that such injuries could be caused by 'spirit possession'. He dashed to the black cat's side and looked over him worriedly, hoping he could figure out what the issue was quickly. Internal bleeding was not something that could be walked off. "What happened to you?! Are you feeling any pain in your chest or stomach? Did you fall from somewhere?"

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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]Likewise, Lottie was met with the same shock as Eggpaw as she approached upon the scene. She had only picked up vague little bits of Witchpaw's chanting, though as she joined the small gathering group it was clear to see what he had been doing. Was he mad?! Trying to summon spirits like that? Of course nothing good was bound to happen, what on earth was he thinking? "It's going to be okay," Lottie murmured calmly, her usual phrase in attempt to calm the feline coughing up blood in front of her. How were you even supposed to heal this? She doubted the blood actually came from any sort of internal injuries, though she didn't know the first thing about spirit possession at all. "Did you let it possess you? Can't you force it back out?" After all, Eggpaw had already covered the physical questions but, Lottie had a sinking feeling it was going to be a lot more complicated than that.
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    Witchpaw saw Eggpaw, and wanted to collapse into his arms. He wanted to cry and let the medic trainee whisk him away from his problems, and in this moment he realized how much he was in love with the cream-colored male. "Eggpaw...." He whined, but his strong feelings were pushed over by Henri's dominant control over his body, and he stretched, unfazed by his injury.
    "Jeez, kiddo-" He looked at Eggpaw. "I'm fine. I really like the feeling of pain anyhow, so this is a bonus." He grinned, and Witchpaw wanted to throw up.


    "Anyways, nah, can't force it out. Set up a contract, after all. It's cool." He just laughed. "If I'm bleeding on the inside, then it's okay. Maybe I'll die."



    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Distress washed over him as the other miserably whined his name, and then his entire demeanor changed. It was easy to tell which was which just from their style of speaking, and he looked angry, stepping back. They had a contract, but from his friend's reaction there was no way it could have been a fair one. Trickery. Why would one expect anything else from a demon? "No, you can't die! Leave him alone, go find a body for yourself or something! There are plenty, people reincarnate all the time." The idea of Witchpaw bleeding internally to death made him choke back a sob, clenching his teeth hard. Was this the sort of pain Benjamin felt, watching people he cared about get hurt and have bandages or herbs be so useless, that made him so... despondent? "Miss Lottie, what do we do?"

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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]A contract? Now that was getting into dangerous territory. Did Witchpaw not realize the depth of his actions? It seemed like he hadn't, or perhaps he had been tricked into this, but she could tell Eggpaw was distressed as much as Witchpaw was- whenever he was the soul that was in control of the body, in any case. Yet, she had no answer, though trying to rack her brain for one. "How long does the contract stand?" Maybe it wasn't that long? Maybe they could just wait it out? But her words faltered at the end, and she looked down at her young trainee as he implored her for an answer, blinking before she slowly looked back up to Witchpaw, slipping into French without intending too. "Je ne sais pas..." I don't know. She didn't for once. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know the steps to take, and that wasn't a good feeling. No, she understood what Ben felt, and what Eggpaw felt now, for she felt it too. Strongly. She was useless here. Her knowledge didn't matter here. She was out of her element, and all she could do was hope.
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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:65%;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Idiot. "I told you to be careful." She sighed, eyes narrowing at Witchpaw's frequent switching of control. "Demon, what's your name?" She questioned, scientific curiosity inflaming within her. Of course she was worried for Witch, but before anything else she had to ascertain the extent of the demon's strength. The leopard Lonepaw knew little of had asked the key question, How long does the contract stand?, but they needed more information. "Do the terms of your contract involve anything related to injury of your now-shared body?" Time to lawyer up, she supposed.
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Seven hells. Sweetophelia wasn't very impressed by demons or the like - simply considering them to be spirits who preferred a distinction from other spirits, as if they were any fiercer or better. Whatever "demon" this was, already she disliked them strongly, especially considering the fact that not only had they forcibly taken possession of a BlizzardClan, but one that was her apprentice as well. Frowning in displeasure, the BlizzardClan leader approached, settling beside Iselotta as she observed, waiting for the demon's response. "Perhaps we should physically restrain him until the contract expires," the Targaryen considered bluntly. Sweetophelia did not take threats idly. "If he's not willing to behave."
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