The summoning (demonxhuman)
1226 Words
(b-dsm, paranormal, 0ral, there's a tiny bit of jumpscare)
Chloe.
I stared at the text like it might rearrange itself if I just blinked hard enough.
Bob:
I think it’s best we stop this. I’ve met someone new. Please don’t text me again.
A photo followed. Bob, smiling, his arm wrapped around some blonde with a body that would make a supermodel jealous.
I dropped my phone with a pathetic clatter onto the couch, my chest folding in on itself as the tears hit me hard and fast. My throat burned. My ribs hurt. Damn, I invested everything. Three damn years. Poof gone!
I let him in when I swore I’d never trust again. I let him hold me, love me, f!ck me, and now—now he’s gone. Replaced me like I was a clearance sale.
Sobs wracked through me as I hugged a throw pillow, hating that I still smelled him on it.
Hours passed, when I finally peeled myself off the couch, I walked with no direction, clutching my jacket tight as the cold night air slapped my face, numbing something—but not enough.
That’s when I saw it.
"Voodoo & Curiosities" — a crooked, dusty shop squeezed between a liquor store and a boarded-up electronics pawn shop.
I wasn’t the kind of girl to step inside places like that. I was a Christian. A good one—usually. But tonight? I didn't care.
The bell above the door jingled as I pushed inside, the scent of old incense and aged paper washing over me. Every shelf groaned with bizarre trinkets: dried bones, cracked dolls, jars of cloudy liquids, and symbols I didn’t dare recognize.
Behind the counter sat a middle-aged woman, wrapped in layered scarves and bangles that clinked as she turned a worn page in a leather-bound book. She didn’t look up as she spoke.
"Heartbreak, huh?" she said, flipping another page. "You’ve got that fresh-dumped energy."
It's that obvious huh? Fck you Bob!
I blinked, caught. "Uh, yeah. Do you, um… have anything for revenge? Like, a nightmare potion or something?"
The woman finally met my eyes, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Name’s Mrs. Zozo. Potions? Out of stock, sweet thing. But I’ve got books. If you’re brave."
I was desperate, not brave. "I’ll take one."
Her brow arched, slow and deliberate, as if testing me. "Sure you want to mess with summoning? Not exactly beginner-friendly. You might get something you didn’t plan for."
"I don’t care. I’ll take the demon one." My voice cracked, but I stood firm.
With a soft hum, she plucked a heavy black book from beneath the counter. Ancient symbols crawled across the leather like they might slither off the surface. She handed me a small pack with six black candles and a stick of white chalk.
"Two dollars."
I gawked. "That’s it? Two dollars for… summoning a demon?"
Satan must be feeling the inflation too if a summoning book is that cheap.
She shrugged, amused. "People don’t like to keep those books long. They come back. Screaming. Crying. You? You seem like a fighter. Just make sure you pronounce the names correctly." She winked. "Wouldn’t want to call the wrong thing."
I shoved the bills into her hand. "Thanks. And if I get possessed, there’s a church nearby that’s doing exorcisms on discount this month. I’ll be fine."
She cackled, waving me off as I left.
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At home.
I flipped through the pages, some ink faded, some demon illustrations so detailed they made my skin prickle.
There. Maeltrik. Demon of Nightmares. Haunter of hearts. Bringer of terror.
Perfect.
I lit the six candles, drew the ancient star on the floor with chalk, and squinted at the incantation.
"Melythrihn… Meltrahn… Melania….– whatever. You get the idea. Maeltryn…Maeltryn I call on you…”
I butchered the pronunciation, rushing through the chant as my rage for Bob boiled over. I wanted him to suffer. To wake screaming. To miss me like I missed him. No peace for him.
When I finished, I waited. Expecting wind. Flickering lights. The TV turning on by itself.
Nothing.
Even the flames burned steadily and annoyingly calm.
I huffed, slamming the book shut and tossing it across the room. "Two-dollar scam. Figures."
I blew out the candles and went to bed, too exhausted to even cry anymore.
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3:17 A.M. Some Billie Eilish song still played, f!ck. I should have remembered to turn off my playlist.
A chill brushed over me.
I cracked one eye open and froze.
Someone was standing in the dark corner of my room—right where I’d drawn the star. Watching me.
The figure stepped forward, the dim streetlight slicing across his body.
Somebody slap me because there's a hot man in my room!
He was muscular with perfect flawless skin. A mess of shoulder length black hair. Two sharp horns curved backward from his scalp. His eyes glowed faintly red, and when his lips parted in a lazy, predatory grin.
I scrambled up in bed, my heart battering my ribs.
"Uuh, who are you? How long have you been standing there?" I asked, my voice small, trembling.
His eyes glowed brighter in the dark.
"Maeltryn. Two hours."
His voice was deep, rich and very demon-like. He has been watching me the whole time?!
Oh s**t!
The book actually worked. But something wasn’t right. The demon I meant to summon? He should’ve looked like a nightmare—bug eyes, gnarled claws, ugly as Bob's balls.
This one?
This one was sin in its purest, most devastating form. Tall, built like he was sculpted for ruin, black markings with crimson bits coiling across his chest and arms like ink spilled by the devil himself. His horns curled back over his dark hair, and his sharp jaw was shaded with just enough stubble to make my thighs press tight.
So who the hell is he?
As if reading my thoughts, he smirked.
"I’m the Demon King of Lust. Harbinger of Endless Pleasure."
He took another step toward the bed, his presence thick and heavy like smoke wrapping around my skin.
"You summoned me twice, beautiful human. And don’t waste your breath trying to send me back. I’m not leaving."
My mouth fell open. I summoned a demon king? Small Town church girl me?!
Panic shot through me. I scrambled toward the book.
But I didn’t make it.
Suddenly, I was pinned.
Black tendrils slithered up from beneath the bed, wrapping tight around my wrists and ankles, dragging me flat against the mattress, spreading me wide like an eagle.
My nightdress vanished—a puff of smoke, leaving me completely bare under his burning gaze.
He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes drinking me in like he owned me.
F!ck. This demon was dangerously hot.
"He cheated, didn’t he? Hurt you." His voice dropped lower, like he could taste the memory of my heartbreak.
"I’ll make you forget him tonight."
The tendrils pulled my thighs wider, forcing me open.
That’s when I saw it. His tongue.
It slid out slowly—long, obscenely long—hot and slick, easily more than a foot, the tip splitting into a snake-like fork that
flicked the air like he was savoring me already.
My brain exploded.
I’ll repent later.
For now… I’ll let him take charge.
- Writer
