A starter for anyone

Hey guys I’m currently a little stuck on something so I would like to ask for help I have a “starter” for you if anyone is interested in taking it on as a PM RP it would mean a lot to me I need some inspiration and by seeing how others deal with this idea I might just find what I need so here it is I hope at least one person will be interested:
 

On a dark, stormy day in the cambers of the Demon Sects summoning room the young disciples of the sect had gathered for a ritual as dark as the abyss and as old as time. It was forbidden to touch it and not once had anyone broken this taboo until this particular night. The storm was right over the building. They could see the clouds and the lighting through the opening in the wall rain was hitting the roof as if it was enemies’ weapons. The boys were sitting in a small circle in the middle on the ground was a diagram or Mandala it could have been both or maybe even an array. They had no idea what origin this particular ritual had but what they did know was if they got caught it would mean the end for them. Not even a thousand lashings or whippings would be punishment enough for what they were doing. But even so they had gathered here tonight to do what they had planned.

“Did you silence him properly?”

“Shh shut up I don’t what to get caught.”

“You shut up let’s get this done. He needs to be taught a lesson.”

The boys whispered, their voices overlapping in excitement and fear. The one that was needed to be taught a lesson and was properly silenced was a young disciple not even in his teens yet, his young adolescent body was stripped and bound and gagged, pushed down, forced to the ground in the middle of the circle. He was handsome even now, while fear was making his expression hard and cold. His face was white like a piece of the most elegant jade streaks of tears where running down his cheek, tainting a perfect beauty. But exactly this was the reason for these boys to have sorted him out to receive such cruel treatment.

“Hurry! Stop stalling let’s finish this! We have to do it while the storm is right over our heads and right now is the perfect time.”

With those words spoken by a boy that seem to be the leader of the group everyone stopped whispering and they all got into position.

“Let’s see him bleed like any other person.” Snarled another boy his face was twisted in hatred and burned dark by the sun. He pulled out a knife, cutting a long wound across the chest of the tied-up boy. With that, every other boy followed his example and soon the boy in the middle was covered in cuts, bleeding onto the circle drawn under him. With the boys chanting an ancient mantra or ritual flocked of any kind the diagram beneath the boy started to glow red. One after another, the boys spoke up, wishing the one in the middle bad for a thousand years while cutting the inside of their hand placing it on the outer line of the circle.

“For your arrogance you will rot in hell for all eternity.” The last boy spoke finally placing his hand on the line too, with this gesture a thunder more frightening than any monster and more powerful than any god roared over the sky, the lighting that was accompanying it drew down right into the centre of the circle encasing the boy in a white light. It was a scene as beautiful as it was horrifying. The boy was casted in a white blue cold light, his features were casted in both light and shadow making him look even more like something caved out of jade. With a scream louder than even the thunder and heartrending the boy in the middle collapsed while the other were running around like headless chicken scared out of their wits. “Hey, hey what is this?” A clear voice as beautiful as spring water running down a mountain side filled with flowers was sounding through the Summoning chambers. The voice was clearly female and clearly not something the boys had expected all both scared and in awe from the voice. They stood frozen in place. The light had taken the form of a small creature.