Anubis is in a sour mood. Glaring down at his stomach after throwing up at what-the-fuck-o-clock in the goddamn morning.
Heās exasperated, entirely fed up with this whole ordeal. Being pregnant is not something he enjoys despite what many Omegas say. Heās an Omega-Alpha, what part of that do they not understand? Anubis had an arranged mating with an Alpha who turned out to be quite inadequate. Thatās the last time his pack will ever match make. He doesnāt care what Minerva says, the Alpha was unsuitable.
At least he got what he needed, a nice knot to sit on during his heat-rut & a stud to screw onto his knot in return. Nevermind that though, heās carrying a litter & he needs help, apparently making it alone didnāt sit well with his body.
Drawing a summoning circle is a little difficult, but at least his stomach isnāt completely in the way yet. Using chalk he bought from an art store is conveninet with all the colours needed. Candles as well. Burning incense & cracking the windows open so the smell isnāt too strong.
Cutting his palm, he clenched several incense sticks in his palm, soaked in his blood. He lit them in the middle of the circle & stood back. Sitting down in a chair to rest his swollen feet.
āSpeaketh of thy devil, he shall appear. I invite thee, daemon, into thine domain. I bind you to this den.ā