Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Jason looks at Met and offers his hands. He takes a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

Met straightened up a little and took Jason’s hands.
“Alright, now say this incantation the best you can.” He then rattled off a long string of words that the pair could hardly understand but followed anyway.

Jason finished the incantation, gazing at Met. His green eyes filled with concern for met as he does so.

Met finished too, his eyes brimming with slight recognition that couldn’t be mistaken.
“Good. Now, take this…” He rummaged around and put down a little ball of fur between them. It had little feathers sticking out of it.
“Pluck two feathers from the puff and… jeesus… ingest it.”

He looked at the puff and takes a deep breath. It was just like swallowing a pill, right? He plucks his then gazes at Met. "Together." He says softly.

It squeaked when Jason removed a feather. Met looked rather reluctant to hurt the little creature. He carefully took a feather off of it (it still gave a faint squeak) and looked up at Jason with a nod.
“Together.”

He placed the feather in his mouth before swallowing it. He gags slightly but releases a faint breath.

Met did about the same but didn’t gag. He glanced up at Zackary, who wasn’t looking, but Met could’ve sworn he was.
“Good,” Zackary grunted, shutting his journal. “That’s it. Now we have to wait.”

Jason nods, squeezing Met's hands gently. He takes a deep breath and tried to relax.

Zackary set down the journal and the little puff of feathers and slid his guinea pig’s cage over.
“For now you guys can pet these two.”

Jason nods and smiles a little as he gazes at Met. He kisses Mets forehead before tugging him to sit down beside him.

Met moved around so he sat comfortably next to Jason, looking down at the squeaking pigs. Rocko was on his back paws, squealing shrilly at Zackary for food.
Sammy was gently squeaking at Jason, sniffing for fingers, or better yet: food.

Jason looks up at Zackary. "I think they're hungry." He plainly states, chuckling softly at the two of the pigs.

Zackary chuckled. “I’ll feed them later. Be careful, guys, they might-“
Rocko gave a furious shrilly squeak and exhaled a long burst of fire.

Jason jumps away before laughing softly. "Oh glory that scared me."

Zackary laughed, swatting at some embers on his flannel sleeve. “Yes, they do that.”
Met had toppled over in shock in the pig’s sudden breath of fire, shaking.

Jason takes Met into his arms, kissing his forehead. He chuckles softly, holding the other in a reassuring grip.

Met caught his breath and gazed fearfully at the pigs, who went back to squeaking shrilly for food.
Zackary took notice. “The fire doesn’t hurt. It’s when they’re threatened that they actually attempt to hurt.”

Jason nods and kisses Met's forehead. "It's okay, baby." He mutters, smiling a little at the other.

Zackary smiled and lifted up Rocko. “Would you like to hold him?”
Met blinked a couple times then reached out. Zackary deposited the pig and Met held it close. It was warm and fuzzy.

He smiles a little, watching as Met held the pig. He rests his head on Met's shoulder, a smile on his lips as he watched the other.

Rocko made a faint squeaking noises and climbed up Met’s shirt. It got up to his shoulder, where he nibbled on Met’s ear and curled into his warm neck.

Jason smiles warmly at the sight and chuckles softly. "Awwww." He purrs.

Zackary laughed gently, stroking Sammy who had run over to him. “They’re very sweet. They love the warmth of others.”

Jason nods and kisses Met's cheek gently. "Met is a very warm person." He chuckles, wrapping an arm around the others waist.

Met turned a faint red, which the pig squeaked happily at. Met leaned into Jason, grinning.

Jason nuzzles Met gently, sighing happily.

Met stroked the pig gently, who squeaked gently. Met stopped, telling it wasn’t a good thing.
Zackary smiled. “You can continue petting him. He loves attention.”

(quack)

Jason smiles a little, hugging Met. "He's cute, huh?"

(Sorry! I thought I had replied!)