[ WP ] A cult tries to summon a demon/God but manages to summon you instead .

`` Candles; check. Charcoal pentagram; check. Each of our birthstones... one, two, three, four, five...; che-'' 
 
 Xander was interrupted by Erik. 
 
 `` I'm not giving that diamond up for nothing, this better work!'' 
 
 `` Erik, as grand master of this cult, I assure you that each and every step is being followed down to the very hand-motion and accented vowel. It's going to work.'' 
 
 `` Okay, Xander, then get on with it.'' 
 
 Xander ignites the small black candles at each point of the pentagram, and prepares to light the large red one in the middle. 
 
 `` Okay,'' Xander states, looking menacingly around the room, `` who wants to write the name of our demon on the parchment?'' 
 
 After a few silent moments, Allen, a younger member of the cult slowly raises his hand. Xander gives him the blood-dipped quill and the parchment. 
 
 `` Remember Allen, we are trying to summon Haripetaur. After you write His name, fold the paper into a triangle such that none of the name is exposed.'' 
 
 Allen takes the paper and quill, and begins to write the demons name. H..A..R.....R? Sweat begins to drip down his forehead as he realizes he does n't know how to spell Haripetaur's name. He knows that the blood bond has begun; stopping now would curse every member of the cult for life. Trying to conceal his terror, he continues to write the name. HARR... Y..P..O...... TT... U... R. Harrypottur. He reads the name back to himself a few times. Harrypottur.. Harrypottur.. Relief begins to enter his body; he's pretty sure this is the correct way to spell it. Allen folds the paper into the triangle, and hands it back to Xander. 
 
 `` Okay Allen, you're sure you did everything right?'' 
 
 With a shaky voice Allen replies, `` Oh of course! Ha.. What could I have messed up on?'' 
 
 `` Okay, well if you're sure, we shall begin the ritual.'' 
 
 At last, Xander lights the large red candle and sparks of all colors blast into the air. Careful to not burn himself, he slowly inserts the parchment into the flame. In an instant the parchment is devoured, and the flames and sparks become a deep blue. Black smoke begins to rise from each small white candle, and the members of the cult back away from the pentagram. The black smoke fills the room until no member is able to see. 
 
 `` Uh... hello?'' I call from the middle of the room. 
 `` What... where am I? What's going on?'' 
 
 Xander, trembles to his knees. 
 `` Great Haripetaur, we, the Cult of Torath, have summoned you to our world. We are your humble servants; we will do what you request in return for fame, glory, and riches.'' 
 
 The smoke in the room begins to clear and I can see the outline of five or six hooded figures. 
 
 `` Herep- what? What did you call me?'' I ask, struggling to make sense of this bizarre situation. `` Hereptor?'' 
 
 There was a moment of silence that seemed almost anxious to end. 
 
 Xander, slowly rising back to his feet, was beginning to feel that something was off. 
 
 `` Are you not Haripetaur, one of the six great demons of Ishemnthal?'' 
 
 The smoke was almost completely dispersed, and the scene was borderline comedic. I was sitting in a charcoal pentagram in my boxers and a tshirt, surrounded by multiple young adults in robes. Each one with a look more dumbfounded than the last. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I was sitting in my room browsing Reddit, when I was suddenly surrounded by black smoke and transported here. Who are you people?'' 
 
 Ignoring my question, Xander's gaze darted to the youngest-looking member, Allen. 
 
 `` What did you write on the paper!? I told you to be very certain it was correct!'' 
 
 `` I... I forgot how to spell it but I had already begun writing. I could n't stop!'' 
 
 `` What did you write!?'' Xander's tone was rapidly darkening, while the volume of his voice was increasing at the same rate. 
 
 `` H-A-R-R-Y-P-O-T-T-U-R,'' Allen spelled out, concentrating as to not mess up a second time. 
 
 As he was calling out these letters a train of realization was barreling towards me. 
 
 `` HarryPottur...?'' I ask. 
 `` That... That's my Reddit username.'' 
 
 Xander's face was an odd mixture of rage-red, and ghoulish-green, as if his body could not handle the mass mix of emotions he was currently experiencing. He began throwing things around the room, and screaming at anyone in his wake. 
 
 While this was going on, something odd seemed to be going on with Allen. His back seemed to be... pulsing of sorts, and is head was beginning to twitch in every direction. 
 
 `` Uh... sir, uh.. Xander? Something weird is going on with your friend over here.'' The worry in my voice was translated to the faces of the cult members, as they began to realize what was going on. 
 
 Allen had grown a good four feet, and his skin had turned scarlet red. Wings erupted from his back, as hair and nails turned to spiny obsidian. 
 
 `` YOU DARE SUMMON HARIPETAUR, THE FOURTH DEMON OF ISHEMNTHAL, DESTROYER OF DREAMS AND BIRTHER OF NIGHTMARES, BRINGER OF THE TRUE POWER OF...'' 
 
 There's no way I heard that last word correctly. Did... did he just say Bringer of the true power of Oxyclean? 
 
 ``... OXYCLEAN TACKLES HOUSEHOLD STAINS- INSIDE AND OUT'' 
 
 I wake up in a jolt of fear. I see the Oxyclean commercial blaring on my TV, and realize what had happened. 
 
 It was all a dream. Of course it was. I could n't be transported to some random cult hideout via my Reddit username. How silly. 
 
 But... 
 
 When I logged on to my Reddit account, I noticed a PM notification. Curious, I open the PM, and immediately regret my decision. The PM reads: 
 
 Careful when you begin to snore, 
 for I am waiting: number four. 
 Your dreams will be filled with terror and gore, 
 for I am waiting: Haripetaur. 
 
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 This is my first WP, and it's 3:00 AM so here goes nothing, also sorry for any formatting issues this was done on my phone. 
 
 Thanks for reading! 
 

