What Sam had said unsettled Y/n to an extent. An entity in the carpet? Ridiculous.  But Y/n still couldn't shake the feeling. Like he was being watched. So after he got out of work he decided to go to the bookstore and see if they had anything on magical objects.

"Hmm. Ah! Here, this should be the one. A book about magical book about magical objects! It's just what I needed!"

Y/n flips through the pages and stumbles across the carpet section. After reading through for a few minutes he closes the book.

"This should be good. It could help with getting rid of that so called "entity" in the carpet"

After bringing up the book, paying for it, and leaving. Y/n heads home to find Sam setting up some sort of ritual around the carpet with Luther on his shoulder.

"...."

"Y/n this isn't-"

"You want an exorcist?"

"Wha-?"

"Cause I can provide"

Y/n pulls put his book and shows Sam the page he found. Shocking Sam to a degree.

"You took me seriously? I thought you were just gonna laugh it off and not bring it up again."

"What? No at first I did but after thinking about it I thought that I should atleast humor the idea. It's not like you've lied to me before right?"

"Alright then let's do it. What does that say?"

"If you have an entity in your carpet, DO NOT TRY TO FUCK IT! Keep calm and lure it out with offerings then banish it away from your home. Followed by phrases to chant for each section."

"Alright then let's get to it"

The next few minutes are spent setting up for the ritual to hopefully get rid of the evil spirit in their carpet and as Y/n is about to finish chanting the carpet starts to glow faintly

"I think we did it"

"Did we?"

"Yes we did Y/n, yes we fuckin did!"

"Well I'll be damned. You were right"

"See? Now let's test and see if it's still haunted"

"Ok"

Y/n lays down on the carpet like he had the first time and feels.... warmer it's a nice but strange sensation. But he does feel the comfort of it, like its draging him in and wait is he sinking?

"Y/n! Buddy! You're sinking!"

Luther had leaped onto Y/n from Sam's shoulder and was clinging to Y/n tightly not intending to let go.

But Y/n wasn't listening, he had fallen into the sweet embrace of the warm, comfortable carpet. Sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into the abyss and as he opened his eyes to notice that he wasn't in his house anymore he panicked. Luther sensing him distressed holds him closer.

"Luther?! You're here too buddy? Atleast you're ok. But where are we? It's so cold and dark here, but Sam taught me how to be strong. How to defend myself. I can do this."

Tap tap

"Girly scream stay back!"

After what Y/n thought was some eldrich horror coming to eat his soul. What he saw when he turned around made his face redder than the suit she was wearing. A tall woman wearing a red suit with white gloves and she had two horns curving up from the sides and a long pointed tail, inching closer to his thigh. Luther let's out a protective hiss at her.

"Oh you poor lost soul, wandering to close to the edge. Flying to close to the sun only to come crashing down into my arms. How coincidental, I needed someone to help me~"

"Uhhhh help you with what exactly?"

"Just follow me back to my mansion and I'll show you everything~"

"Hold on, you have yet to even tell me your name first so how about you start with that?"

She freezes in place shocked that she forgot such an important detail and went straight for the seduction. She turns around and wipes her forehead with a handkerchief.

"W-well my name is Beelzebub, the great fly, Ex-sin of Gluttony, the crimson queen."

"An why were you in my carpet?"

"I was sealed away in there and your friend picked it up."

Y/n exchanges glances with Luther before slowly making their way over to Beel

"Alright then Beelzebub, take us to your mansion. Just on the promise that whatever happens Luther will not be harmed."

"I swear on my eternal damnation"

"Fuck."

The only words that escaped Sam's lips as his heart filled with dread and his mind swarmed with memories that he tried so hard to forget.

"Nononononono this'll be fine. He won't end up like......"

Sam, teary eyed and panicking rushes upstairs, into his room, and opens the closet door to find a box. A box containing his old friend a murasama blade able to cut through anything he wishes. He put it away so he could focus on betterment and Y/n. But now he needs it more than ever. Taking off his bandages, letting his cybernetic body shine in the sunlight. He takes the blade, unsheathing it and letting the blade spark.

"You used your blade as a tool for justice, and not for bloodshed. I see your reasoning now Jack. I won't fail him, I won't fail him just like......"

Ever since the incident Sam could never bring himself to speak his name. Mainly because he always blamed himself for what happened even though it was always out of his control....

"It will take much more than that to stop me demon!"

Sam stands and attaches his blade to his side once more. And he readies for a long journey.

"May the demon's blood SHED across their scorching sands. And may their gore GLISTEN in the red, glowing, light of my blade."

He uses the book Y/n brought home to summon a portal to hell. And looks at his house one last time before heading in.

"I will bring you back Y/n. By any means necessary."

ACT I PART I: BLOODLUST

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