The world can be a dangerous place, much more than most know. It could be a simple car accident, being mugged, or things far worse. There were, monsters out there and far fewer that were able to fight against them. Beasts, and spirits from legends of old, and people, or former persons who had harnessed the occult for cruelty. In the past few decades, monsters have become emboldened and increasingly noticed. The border of supernatural occureces and everyday life was getting thinner. Now strange disappearences, inhuman carnage left behind that used to only be rumored on over years, was starting to prop up monthly. Beasts could hold grudges.
Monsters always lingered behind a thin layer leading to other worlds. Typically the most willful or simply the luckiest could find their way in, but there were other methods. A few families had deals, or bloodline connections spanning back well beyond memory to bring over supernatural creatures to the earthly realm. Summoning pacts, that could empower both the supernatural creatures and the human forming the bond. Monsters & people were, fluid by nature like any they had the capacity for good or evil depending on their individual goals.
Wardens, were those to keep in charge of the both the supernatural entities and those who knew of them. Lately the number of wardens had dwindled, those with the capacity to summon even far more miniscule. Those who had the capacity for it were oftened determined at an early age.
This one, had been slightly different. A dishelved mid-twenties accountant had been pulling an all nighter in their small-office, when an unusual door had appeared. While in their younger years, they had long been informed to be cautious of supernatural occurences. Their heart yearned, and begged to go toward it. This door, could possibly be the one spoken of in their youth. They begged it was doorway to a pact meeting! Something, that had long been given up on. They'd be lying to themselves if they weren't at least elated at the chance. There was also, a possibility that it could be a gateway to something else entirely, maybe even a disastrous end. A risky choice, but now, they had few to leave behind.
They would dust off their thrifted sports-jacket, brush through their curly hair & step through. No matter the choice, there was going to be some form of sacrifice made tonight, whether it be something big, or small was a risky.
On the otherside of the door was a place that felt familiar. A race track, with small cerberi running forth. Whether the place was an illusion, or entirely real was uncertain. This 'space' could be simply a refracted look into one of the 'otherworlds', a space conjure purely for comforts, or something far worse.
The accountant tried calm themselves by watching the numbers constantly flick and change across the betting boards.
They were meet someone here, or even multiple someones.
For all they knew it could be some form of spirit, angel, fae, demi-beasts or even a demon if luck was short.
It would likely require some sacrifice to form the bond, to empower both of those in the pact and bring the supernatural entity to the eartly realm, or at least partially so. It was extremely rare that nothing at all had been required as payment.
Monsters always lingered behind a thin layer leading to other worlds. Typically the most willful or simply the luckiest could find their way in, but there were other methods. A few families had deals, or bloodline connections spanning back well beyond memory to bring over supernatural creatures to the earthly realm. Summoning pacts, that could empower both the supernatural creatures and the human forming the bond. Monsters & people were, fluid by nature like any they had the capacity for good or evil depending on their individual goals.
Wardens, were those to keep in charge of the both the supernatural entities and those who knew of them. Lately the number of wardens had dwindled, those with the capacity to summon even far more miniscule. Those who had the capacity for it were oftened determined at an early age.
This one, had been slightly different. A dishelved mid-twenties accountant had been pulling an all nighter in their small-office, when an unusual door had appeared. While in their younger years, they had long been informed to be cautious of supernatural occurences. Their heart yearned, and begged to go toward it. This door, could possibly be the one spoken of in their youth. They begged it was doorway to a pact meeting! Something, that had long been given up on. They'd be lying to themselves if they weren't at least elated at the chance. There was also, a possibility that it could be a gateway to something else entirely, maybe even a disastrous end. A risky choice, but now, they had few to leave behind.
They would dust off their thrifted sports-jacket, brush through their curly hair & step through. No matter the choice, there was going to be some form of sacrifice made tonight, whether it be something big, or small was a risky.
On the otherside of the door was a place that felt familiar. A race track, with small cerberi running forth. Whether the place was an illusion, or entirely real was uncertain. This 'space' could be simply a refracted look into one of the 'otherworlds', a space conjure purely for comforts, or something far worse.
The accountant tried calm themselves by watching the numbers constantly flick and change across the betting boards.
They were meet someone here, or even multiple someones.
For all they knew it could be some form of spirit, angel, fae, demi-beasts or even a demon if luck was short.
It would likely require some sacrifice to form the bond, to empower both of those in the pact and bring the supernatural entity to the eartly realm, or at least partially so. It was extremely rare that nothing at all had been required as payment.