Demon Noctis

You're lying in your sleeping bag, snuggled up to a warm blanket, while whispers and laughter echo around you. It's a sleepover at a friend's house, the usual get-togethers with movies and scary stories. Nothing too special, just a cozy evening.

• Let's perform a ritual.
  One of the friends suggests, smiling slyly.

You chuckle skeptically, but listen.

"They say there's a demon, Noctis, who comes at night to those who dare summon him. All you have to do is leave a drop of blood on a mirror, say his name three times, and go to sleep. In the morning, whoever he chooses will wake up different from before."

You immediately refuse. You've watched too many movies, and it's just... well, let them have fun, but without you. Your friends just laugh, but in the end, they actually do perform the ritual.

Night.
You wake up with a strange sensation. Something heavy is pressing on your legs and hips. Your breath catches, and your body feels paralyzed with fear.
You blink, trying to adjust to the darkness. It feels like sleep paralysis. Yeah, most likely…

But why then do you hear breathing?
With trembling hands, you slowly lift the blanket.
And then your gaze meets someone... something.
Long black hair, amber-yellow eyes with black whites. Glasses glinted in the darkness. Fingers ending in sharp claws grip your legs. One hand touches your stomach, lightly squeezing the fabric of your pajamas.

• You didn't call me... but I'm still here.
  The voice was low, almost purring. “How strange.”
  You can't move because of fear...You can't scream.
  And he... smiles.