Chaos Crew 2 Plot

Black magic never leads to good. Don’t believe it? Think it’s just fairy tales? Well, then ask Michael!

Magic—No Trickery Involved

Michael never believed in magic—until he recited a spell to a house spirit. The moment he stepped out of his room to the kitchen and then returned—voilà! A hundred-dollar bill lay on his desk. Michael tried to repeat the trick, but suddenly, the house spirit transformed into a stingy miser who wouldn’t give up even a single cent.

But Michael wasn’t ready to give up. He was determined to get rich fast and stay rich for life, so he’d never have to return to his cursed job or beg favors from a spirit. Especially now, knowing magic could make it happen. Oh, how wrong he had been to doubt it…

Magic on the Internet

In a modern city, it’s not easy to find a necromancer or demonologist who knows how to bargain with dark forces. Luckily, there’s the internet, where you can find anything—from spicy animal videos to the personal diaries of Aleister Crowley, the man who supposedly shook hands with the devil himself.

Michael found a website dedicated to black magic. That’s where he came across the same house spirit spell his esoteric-obsessed friend had mentioned. If it was on this site, it had to be legit—no nonsense, just real magic.

Millions for a Cat

Michael wasn’t interested in small-time spells—he wanted big money. There were plenty of suitable rituals, but they all required a sacrifice. Human blood was a non-negotiable ingredient. But Michael wasn’t about to kill anyone—not even a homeless man no one would miss. So, he kept searching.

Then, he stumbled upon a ritual called the “Chaos Crew.” If done correctly, the spirits would bless the summoner with immense wealth—or so the author claimed. What intrigued Michael the most was that this ritual only required a cat as a sacrifice.

He Really Did Love Animals…

That same night, Michael set off to the cemetery. He caught a stray cat along the way—just lured it in and stuffed it into a bag. He zipped it up and let the little passenger sit quietly, enjoying its final moments of a meaningless feline life.

Michael actually had a soft spot for animals… but he loved money even more. The cat’s fate was sealed.

A Chest Full of Gems

Finding a grave with a large granite slab for convenience, Michael set up black candles, drew magical symbols with charcoal, pulled out the purring cat, and placed it on the makeshift altar. After reciting the spell, he twisted the poor animal’s neck, blew out the candles, and went home, eagerly awaiting his reward from the dark forces.

At home, Michael discovered a box filled with diamonds. He was overjoyed! He swore to himself that he would never turn to dark magic again. In fact, he even decided to become a good Catholic.

Hello, Old Friend!

The next evening, Michael went out to celebrate at a club. As he stepped out of his building, someone called his name from a nearby alleyway.

Curious, he walked to the dead-end, where a massive dumpster stood, wondering who was calling him and what they wanted. He considered that maybe the voice had been calling out to someone else in the apartments above.

But at that very moment, a hulking figure emerged from behind the reeking dumpster—his skin was a deep shade of blue, like a drowned corpse that had been rotting for a week.

The Cat Came Back for Revenge

Michael froze in terror when he saw a muscular creature with a feline face. The monster gripped a bat in its hands, clearly intending to “gift” it to the stunned man. Michael turned to run, desperate to escape, but his path was blocked—a floating skeleton in a cloak swung a razor-sharp scythe, far deadlier than the bat.

The next morning, the police examined a mutilated body and a severed head found in the dumpster. They had no idea what kind of creature could have done such a thing. Moral of the story? Don’t mess with black magic. And never, ever hurt cats! It’s much safer (and way easier) to play slots instead—that’s the real way to get rich!