[ WP ] A demon is getting REALLY tired of teenage girls summoning him .

Sid opened his weary eyes in a pink bedroom with walls covered in One Direction posters. *Not this again. * A girl, about thirteen with her hair tied into two messy buns and more makeup on than he saw on adult women back when he was still alive, stood on the side of a chalk outline of a pentagram on the ground. 
 
 “ Oh, no! You caught me, ” he said sarcastically, and withdrew his trusty pen that he carried with him at all times. Since this so called television phenomenon every second idiot who summoned him assumed that they were experts at demonic traps and summons. He bent down, and scratched a line through the chalked circle and stepped out, watching the girl ’ s eyes widen. 
 
 “ I—uh… ” She looked him up and down, taking a step back. “ I want to make a deal, ” she said slowly, her eyes not leaving the smoke that billowed out of his collar and made up his head. 
 
 “ I want to make a deal, Mr Demon, please. ” He smiled and took two quick steps toward her. The girl ’ s feet followed his, like in a dance, until she was pressed back against the wall of her bedroom, with her eyes pressed tightly shut. 
 
 “ I want to make a deal, Mr Demon, please, ” she repeated word for word, fast enough to win any tongue twister competition that she entered. 
 
 “ Alright then, little Hannah, ” he said, puffing out the smoke on his head theatrically. “ What is it that your heart desires? ” 
 
 “ F…fame, ” she said, turning her head away to avoid looking at him. Not a wink would be slept tonight, no doubt. 
 
 “ Ug, ” he grunted. “ That boring? What about a cure for diabetes? Finding life on another planet? Traveling through space? ” He took another look through the room, not a single book filled the white shelves that were secured to the walls. With the snap of his fingers, books appeared, knocking the jewelry and figurines off the shelves. Hannah caught her head with her hands, and lowered down onto her knees. 
 
 “ If you ’ re not going to give me what I want, please leave. ” 
 
 “ Hey! ” He stuck out a long greyed finger. “ I ’ m helping. ” Sid—a rather mild name for a demon, he thought—had one thousand souls to go before he was to be given the privilege of a real head. His hands, legs and torso he had to work off soul for soul over the years. The grand, grey wings—with chains that roared like reverberating thunder—he chose to go for first. He thought that it would make his deals easier, if a little fear was involved. After all, who would be frightened of a dark smoky figure in a suit with one hand or leg? 
 
 “ I ’ ll give you what you want, kid. ” He strolled around the room, opening his wings. “ But you must open your eyes and look at me. ” 
 
 Hannah complied, and relaxed her shoulders to the sound of his calm voice. Children were the hardest to take souls from—yes, even for demons. It wasn ’ t just an instinct in animals and humans to protect the young. 
 
 “ Look up to this head, and imagine those with horns and moles for skin, holes for eyes and claws for fingers. Imagine earthly men that take pleasure in pain and put them all in one place, on every corner. Those steps that you were afraid to take in the dark because of your imagined ghosts, there where you ’ ll go after this, they ’ ll be real. ” 
 
 Hannah blinked a few times, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular, weighing her options. “ I still want it. ” 
 
 Sid pursed his lips, and shrugged. “ Alright then, kiddo. You have it. ” He'd learned better than to argue by now. Once their eye glistened with greed and easy fortune, there was nothing you could tell them. Not even that their life here would be over in a wink and the one thereafter, *oh deary dear*, that one has no end. 
 
 “ Just like that? ” 
 
 Sid winked and spread the corners of his wings around himself, feeling the tug of another summon rushing into his wings. “ See you in hell! ” 
 
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