Sep 26, 2023 4:59 pm
"Ant! I've got it under control! Don't worry, buddy. You've got nothing to worry about.", Anthony's property manager was deflecting. He had tenants filling official complaints... Bull. Shit. he didn't have anything to worry about...
"Make it right, you prick! What do I pay you for!???", Anthony hung up.
'Ant?! What the hell was that!?', he thought to himself. He hated that crap. His name was Anthony! Not "Tony". Not "Ant". Where the hell do people think they get off pulling that kind of crap?
He took a pull on his vape and swerved into the curb to pass the idiot in front of him, who was doddling on their phone, and leaving several spaces open ahead of them on The 5.
L.A. traffic...
He was eager to get home. I mean, he would have jumped that gawker anyway, but today especially. Tonight was the night! The literal stars and planets were aligned. It almost made him laugh, to think of himself doing this. But... he'd done a lot of weird shit over the years. And... it had worked for his great grandfather... it had worked REALLY well, as he understood it.
He didn't like to think about it, in these terms, but he was already thinking about it so the rest of the thoughts came unbidden. And the fact was that everything Anthony had, his inheritance, his properties, his LIFE as he knew it... was supposedly thanks to summoning demons. Or just one, actually. According to his great grandfather's journal that he'd found.
So...
WTF not give it a try???
He'd read the journal, several times over. He had bought legit, 100s of years old grimoires. He joined online groups and even met up with some these freaks to talk about it, and compare notes, and... they certainly believed and put stock in this stuff, so... why not?
What could go wrong???
"Make it right, you prick! What do I pay you for!???", Anthony hung up.
'Ant?! What the hell was that!?', he thought to himself. He hated that crap. His name was Anthony! Not "Tony". Not "Ant". Where the hell do people think they get off pulling that kind of crap?
He took a pull on his vape and swerved into the curb to pass the idiot in front of him, who was doddling on their phone, and leaving several spaces open ahead of them on The 5.
L.A. traffic...
He was eager to get home. I mean, he would have jumped that gawker anyway, but today especially. Tonight was the night! The literal stars and planets were aligned. It almost made him laugh, to think of himself doing this. But... he'd done a lot of weird shit over the years. And... it had worked for his great grandfather... it had worked REALLY well, as he understood it.
He didn't like to think about it, in these terms, but he was already thinking about it so the rest of the thoughts came unbidden. And the fact was that everything Anthony had, his inheritance, his properties, his LIFE as he knew it... was supposedly thanks to summoning demons. Or just one, actually. According to his great grandfather's journal that he'd found.
So...
WTF not give it a try???
He'd read the journal, several times over. He had bought legit, 100s of years old grimoires. He joined online groups and even met up with some these freaks to talk about it, and compare notes, and... they certainly believed and put stock in this stuff, so... why not?
What could go wrong???