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Candlelight burned the night atmosphere as plates clinked against a table. The man, hands adorned with squeaky clean gloves, wore a bright smile across his face. His blue eyes gleamed and sparkled with dark joy as his gaze drifted to the table's center. Before him, in a retching iron and crimson display, were the pieces and parts of a dismembered body, your once mortal form. A giggle vibrated in his throat and sighed dreamily as he recalled his fantasy now come to fruition.
The clock chimed as it struck the designated time, 3 AM. Quickly, he scurried away from the table and grabbed a black marker. He crouched to the floor and drew out a pentagram, his heart pounding in his ears. When he finished, he jumped away and got into a chair, smiling wide and bright. His eyes fell to the pentagram, voice caught in his throat like a tumor, as he painfully waited.
Within a few seconds, fires flickered along the edges of the drawn pentagram. A gust of wind swirled in the room like a tornado as the doctor held on for dear life. His smile drew wider across his face, bright wide eyes flickering like jewels in a stream. His heart soared as the large, broad, shadowed figure of his beloved appeared. In a bang and a flash, the wind and fire dissipated, replaced by the hulking form of Satan himself.
The red devil looked around the scenery, his fanged face contorting in disgust and hate. "Mr. Ludwig, what is the meaning of this?!" His voice boomed, sending Medic's heart into shock. The devil's yellow eyes glowed bright as embers as he took a step out of the circle. Clenching his fists, he approached the smaller mortal.
Medic swallowed hard and straightened himself. He rose from the chair, pushing it out as he walked to the other side of the table. Quickly grabbing a finger - one of yours - and a small bowl of white fluid; semen, he proposed it to the devil. With an attempt at a poker face, he spoke with shaky confidence. "I took this mortal out on a date to kill them for you, lieber."