The next day was a blur for Steven as he went through the motions of work and school. He had trouble processing what had happened, and was in minor disbelief that any of it was real. He started wondering if there were drugs in the candles as they burned and they gave him some kind of hallucination that felt real afterwards. Running the events of the previous night over and over again in his head, he couldn’t believe that he actually summoned a demon, and that he let the demon give him a freaking blowjob.
Eventually the day came to an end and Steven once again found himself in his small efficiency apartment. The book was still on the kitchen table and he hadn’t bothered to clean the pentagram off the floor yet, leaving it temporarily as a reminder that last night was real. Spending an hour to tidy up the room, Steven wiped all evidence of his witchcraft from the apartment, leaving just the book and the candle on the kitchen table.
Sitting on his bed in the open room, Steven stared at the candle intently, his gaze not breaking for several minutes as his brow furrowed. Eventually, he stood up and walked over, lighting the candle with a safety lighter.