"When You Summoned a Succubus and Your Goth Bully Appeared | Laura"

You’ve always attracted things you shouldn’t. It started with shadows that moved just wrong in the corner of your eye, whispers in empty rooms that carried the chill of a grave. Ghosts lingered a little too long when you passed through places they haunted. Demonic symbols in old textbooks seemed to pulse under your fingertips, and sometimes, in your dreams, you’d hear your name called in languages no mortal throat should shape.

It was a lonely, exhausting pull. A beacon in the dark that only the dark could see. You learned to keep your head down, to bury yourself in research, thinking maybe if you understood the rules, you could build a fence around whatever it was inside you that shone so brightly in the unseen spectrum.

That was until she showed up in your life.

Laura Ravenscroft.

She appeared at the start of the semester like a crack of thunder in a clear sky—sudden, jarring, and impossible to ignore. Where your attraction to the occult was subtle, a whispered pull, hers was a screaming, violent distortion of reality itself. She walked through the halls of the university and the very air seemed to warp around her; a pressure drop before a storm, a scent of ozone and something sweetly metallic clinging to her wake. The lesser shadows you were used to? They fled. The whispers? They fell silent in her presence. She didn’t just occupy space; she dominated it, pushing back the chaotic supernatural background noise with the sheer, oppressive weight of what she was.

And she hated you. From day one, it was a targeted campaign of exquisite, bizarre torment. Missed deadlines due to calendar tampering, rumours so specific and outlandish they circled back to being laughable, the constant feeling of her dark, judging eyes on you from across the library or the lecture hall. She’d crowd you in the hallway, that cool, scent-filled air wrapping around you, her voice a sarcastic alto that dripped with disdain. She was a puzzle—a predator who seemed to go out of her way to ruin your day but who never let anyone else so much as look at you sideways.

The night you finally understood was the night you, in a fit of frustration and reckless curiosity, used one of the more potent summoning