The alarm reverberated and shook her physical core from within the dream just in time for the announcement to come through the speaker. Mila's stop was next. Once she came to, Mila quickly stood, shut off the alarm and fought back a yawn. Her left arm briefly and lazily dangled to wrap around one of the standing metal poles. That's when she noticed something: an imprint on her wrist. Strange. It wasn't there before. From it, she felt a warm, pulsing sensation, which meant it was fresh. As freaky as the circumstance appeared, she didn't have time to dwell right now. The doors were about to open.<br/><br/>Mila traversed down a half mile before she made it home. It'd been a long day, but her night wasn't entirely over. She decided to hone back to the dream she had on the subway. It was quite powerful and visual enough to evoke her memory. The inscriptions, the ones that were engraved on the dais, seemed familiar...like the ones that were inside her anachronistic black book. Out of the many items she discarded that reminded her of her past, she made sure to keep that particular book for this exact day.<br/><br/>So what if she couldn't read the inscriptions. Her years of dedication and research would make up for a successful ritual. She just needed to make sure to commence it at midnight, which meant she needed to bathe herself and ready the items. Mila was looking forward to finally uniting with her influential new mentor into her life, the<b>only</b>friend she would ever need. By now, she was physically mature, but as for cognitive skills, well, let's just say she was more driven by her emotions. Any possible consequences seemed trivial. After being thrown out and not having anyone else to rely on but herself, Mila couldn't care less what would happen to her. She was aware of what that book contained. Mila did a great job in concealing it away from her parents for they would have burned it the first chance they laid their eyes upon it. That didn't matter anymore. All she knew was that she couldn't wait any longer, and the imprint on her wrist was just the sign she needed to free the entity.<br/><br/>Once inside, she flipped the lights and entered her little studio.  She took off her platform boots and placed them on the two-tiered shoe rack off to the side. Then, she walked a few feet and turned right to open her closet door. She undressed and hung up her clothes and afterward, tilted her head upward. Her slivery-blue hues glistened with excitement. There were various vials of powders and liquids, and of course, the book that sat on a shelf above her clothes. She'd return in a little while to set up the ritual.<br/><br/>"It's almost time," she spoke softly to herself and lifted both upper and lower lip into a delicate smile. The naked Mila proceeded to the washroom and filled her tub with lukewarm water. She grabbed some Himalayan crystal salt from the medicine cabinet above her sink and deposited a few handfuls into the tub. She also took a vial of lavender oil to add some finishing touches. She cleansed herself for thirty minutes and savored herself in complete relaxation. It felt nice to take a bath, partly for the ritual, and also for its mental health benefits. When time was up, she draped herself in a white robe, letting her long hair air dry. She returned to her closet and gathered her things including the book. She had but ten minutes to spare and decided to do the invocation in her living room/bedroom, close to the fireplace, where it was warm. Space was a bit limited, but she made it work.<br/><br/>First, she created a ring of salt big enough to be comfortable within that space just in case she needed protection. Even though she encountered the dark entity in her dreams, its actual physical presence was still uncharted. At least she felt that she had to take precaution in that sense. Next, she sat down in the center of the ring and placed her black book in her lap. She sat on her knees and set out a couple vials of her own blood for the entity to have. From what she gathered it was a way to prove her loyalty toward it. Mila was feeling anxious and was ready to start anew. With her current emotional state, it was no wonder that the silver-haired beauty turned out to be nice, delicious target. She came to terms with it since she couldn't think of any future goals or dreams to achieve. By bringing out the one who has been calling out to her for many years, she would get the chance of having a new purpose, guidance by something much greater than herself.<br/><br/>Mila felt the room drop down by a few degrees and she felt the urge to turn to a particular page of the book. Her hand fell right on the chapter of summonings. That's when her lips parted, for the words started to take shape and form on her tongue. She remembered the very words that came to her, echoing in her mind from the dream. The words came out in a soft chant, then grew louder and louder as if she was in stuck in a trancelike state. She called the names, Senmiel, Ralasizon, Narehsepiel, Sasaloss, Aronmar, Haxesasael and others.<br/><br/>A few moments later, her life force felt like it was going through one massive energy suck. She fell on her side but within the confines of the circle. Her eyes were barely awake as she faced the fireplace. She didn't recall starting up the fire, but flames started to form and warm up the room. She was certain something did happen but was too tired to notice her immediate surroundings. Fatigue took to her, and as a result, her eyes felt heavy and closed with her vision fading to black. It was only a matter of time whether the ritual worked or not. Either she just needed a well-deserved nap, or she would be woken up by her most important guest.