Oops.....I summoned a Demon

Chapter 5 – How Not to Teach a Demon to Drive

In hindsight, teaching Kael to drive was either the bravest or the dumbest decision of my life.

Probably dumbest.

It started when he spotted my car keys on the kitchen counter.

“What are these?” he asked, picking them up like they were an ancient relic.

“Car keys.”

“And what does the ‘car’ do?”

“It… takes you places. Faster than walking.”

His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. “I want to try it.”

I hesitated. “You’ve never even seen a car before yesterday.”

“I’ve ridden battle steeds that breathe fire,” he said with complete confidence. “How hard could it be?”

Ten minutes later, Kael was in the driver’s seat of my car, adjusting the mirrors like a man preparing for war.

I strapped myself into the passenger seat and whispered a prayer to any higher being who might be listening.

“Okay,” I said. “First, press the brake pedal.”

He looked down. “Which one is the brake?”

I pointed. “That one. Left.”

He pressed it hard. The car lurched, and I yelped.

Kael grinned. “I like it already.”

“Now put it in drive,” I instructed.

He glanced at the gear shift. “This… is a lever of fate.”

“It’s the gear shift.”

“Lever of fate,” he repeated, sliding it into D.

The car began to roll forward, and Kael’s eyes went wide. “It’s moving! I am commanding a beast of steel!”

We made it down the street at a snail’s pace, Kael muttering under his breath about “steering magic” and “rubber talons” (tires).

Then a squirrel darted across the road.

Kael slammed the brake so hard, I nearly ate the dashboard.

“Enemy spotted!” he declared.

“It’s a squirrel!” I wheezed.

“Small, fast, unpredictable. Just like imps.”

At the first stop sign, he squinted at the bright red octagon. “Why is it telling me to halt? Does it have authority over me?”

“Yes,” I deadpanned. “The mighty stop sign demands obedience.”

He nodded solemnly. “Very well. I respect its power.”

Things went fine—well, “fine” in Kael terms—until we hit the open road.

Kael’s speed crept up. Thirty. Forty. Fifty.

“Kael, slow down.”

“I am one with the beast,” he said, gripping the wheel like a race car driver.

“KAEL.”

He eased off, giving me a smug look. “Darling, if I wanted to terrify you, I’d have taken the flying chariot route.”

We eventually made it to the parking lot of a deserted park. I thought he’d be exhausted.

Instead, he leaned back in the seat and smirked. “This is… freedom. I understand why mortals love it.”

“Driving?”

“No,” he said softly. “Being in control of where you’re going. And choosing who’s beside you when you go there.”

And just like that, my heart pulled a full Tokyo Drift.