Guardian Angel

It worked

As the sun rose with an invigorating brightness, I found myself standing at my makeshift summoning station, a steaming cup of coffee nestled in my hand. Indeed, I was fully prepared for this moment. Before me lay everything I required: a spellbook filled with arcane knowledge, an assortment of summoning ingredients, my own unique concoction of holy water, and, perhaps most importantly, a stuffed bear that served as my emotional support. After all, if nothing else, it was an excellent source of comfort, offering the kind of warm embrace that one desperately needs during such uncertain endeavors.

With a maniacal grin spreading across my face, I felt an electric thrill coursing through me. It was time to embark on this audacious venture. I realized, with a hint of trepidation, that I could not afford the risk of inadvertently summoning something... well, unpleasantly sticky. Or worse yet, a particularly loquacious angel whose incessant chatter might drive me to madness.

In a dramatic flourish, I gathered my supplies, declaring that an abandoned warehouse would serve as our venue. However, a thought struck me—what about that eerie, desolate church perched on the hill? Surely, its spooky ambiance would enhance the reception, right?

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether it was inappropriate that I had already packed snacks for this occasion. After all, angels surely deserved popcorn too, didn’t they?

With a surge of adrenaline, I urged us to move before my courage wavered. I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the task ahead.

As I unceremoniously dumped my bag onto the dusty floor, the contents spilled out: candles, chalk, an array of peculiar herbs, and that dubious "holy" water I had procured from a spray bottle.

First on my agenda was to create the summoning circle, and this time, it needed to be significantly larger. I knelt down, furiously etching symbols into the ground, contemplating whether I should incorporate some ominous Latin chanting. I whispered to myself, “Wait, do I even know any Latin?” The answer was a resounding no. “Alright then, I’ll just improvise.”

Next, I fumbled with the matches, preparing to ignite the eerie candles. Why did these stubborn things never light on the first attempt? Suddenly, one flared to life, illuminating the space with an intensity that nearly blinded me.

As I blinked away the spots dancing in my vision, I flipped through my spellbook in a frenzy. Was it time to utter incantations? Should I toss in the herbs? Or perhaps scream into the void would be more effective?

Leaning in closer, I stage-whispered to myself, “What if it actually works this time?”

Internally, I was pleading for success, my heart racing with anticipation.

And then, to my astonishment, I found myself staring up at a glowing, mildly irritated celestial being hovering above my hastily drawn summoning circle.

Oh my goodness

I quickly cleared my throat, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, though my efforts were in vain. “Uh, hello! Welcome to… my… warehouse?” I gestured weakly at the cobwebs and broken chairs surrounding us.

Inside, I was practically screaming with disbelief: It worked! It truly worked!

With my voice cracking in excitement, I ventured, “So… do you happen to have any plans for today? Perhaps something along the lines of protecting a rather chaotic human?” I held up my slightly singed hands in a hopeful gesture.

Also, I couldn’t help but notice his towering stature and the imposing sword he wielded. “Am I in trouble?”