You wake up bound to an obelisk, an offering to the demon the black-hooded figures around you are trying to summon. Inconvenient, but you've gotten out of worse spots. Then you realize they're summoning a demon you have a long history with and start to panic.
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@WritingPrompts "Just kill me," you attempt to beg the cultists. "Like, c'mon, just pick up the knife and -"
There is a puff of brimstone-scented smoke. You wince, biting back a wail.
And across from you... with a voice like a crack of thunder.... "ＷＨＡＴ ＭＯＲＴＡＬＳ － Ｏｈ． Ｕｈ． Ｈｅｙ."
Your ex appears.
"Hey," you warble out weakly.
"Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ．．． ｇｏｏｄ."
You are not looking good and you know it. In fact, you look like shit, because it's been rough lately. And now... your ex knows.
