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

The dark room comprised of hollowed cement and a wooden roof is dimly lit by a single stagnant candle flame, revealing a girl clad in immodest swathe and pouring the last remaining blood from her jar upon it. The blood snuffs the light as she incants: `` Herroff'ni doom, enkarifyoom, na Vokariosh na Loshitail harfum'ni aritroom.'' 
 
 The light returns so exaggerated as to reveal the depth of each fissure within the walls. The girl steps back and shields her eyes, surprised at such inconceivable reaction to her words, though it had been so described to her before. She pulls her arm away as a sound low in volume is beheld by her ears attuned to silence: the sigh of another. 
 
 `` So, the chain letter?'' 
 
 She sees before her the one who answered her summons. A marble of blue and red mosaic illuminates the room from a newly materialized form: an undefined shadow of an anthropomorphic form, with slender build and minimal traces of muscularity beneath its glowing skin. Thick horns curl from its brow around its pointed ears, framing a face too elegant to hold its view. She stares low, witnessing the swaying tail that moved as water held aloft by naught. 
 
 `` Eyes up here, human.'' 
 
 She looks up, suddenly unable to do else. Sunken eyes of gold meet her gaze, though there exist no pupils to prove it thus. She trembles, then. 
 
 The demon sighs, `` So, the chain letter?'' 
 
 She swallows, `` Did I need to bring a copy?'' 
 
 His face shimmers. `` Damn it. Whoever made that chain letter shall have their fearful mind become my plaything.'' 
 
 The girl begins to breathe a proper cadence, `` So, it was right? You have to do whatever I want?'' 
 
 The demon sits, the folding of his legs passing the girl's notice, `` Yes. You used the words only I have ever heard and forever search for the meaning of, which lured me to ask from where you learned of them. As with the past six times, now, it was due to an illicit spread of information that is destroying my investigation. My progenitor and my future mate elude me for the sake of simple creatures requesting inanity of me. What will it be, then? Also, speak your name or release the barrier so that I may feel your thoughts.'' 
 
 She shivers. `` I'm Sam. I called you cause this bitch, Jennifer, has...'' 
 
 `` Oh, son of shit! You are another banal soul, then? The vapid prattle might cease a moment if I but invoke my patience and ignore it. Yet another insipid request? Why even bother standing, if I crawl to the call of mortal children?'' 
 
 Sam wrings her hands and suddenly realizes that she is naked. She squeaks and covers her chest. The demon barks impatiently, `` What do you seek to hide? Do you demand a dog cover itself lest you give in to temptation?'' 
 
 Sam stutters, `` Well, what's your name? Tell me that, first.'' 
 
 He grins, `` I am Vokariosh.'' 
 
 She cocks her head. `` That's weird. Whatever.'' 
 
 He strikes a hand against his own face, `` Imbecile, my name was in the chant you used to summon me.'' 
 
 She pouts, `` So, you're basically, like, my servant until I release you? So, you should stop being so rude.'' 
 
 `` The day you acquire the complexity of mind and soul that could command me per your will is a day beyond the end of time.'' 
 
 She tuts, `` Pretty sure that that was rude.'' 
 
 `` To wit: whatever.'' 
 
 She ponders, `` So, like, do I have to even release you ever? You're pretty trapped in there.'' 
 
 Vokariosh peers around, `` Physical freedom is mine once the bearer of the blood perishes. Won ’ t be a century, then, until I am freed into your world. Or, this fragile cage is sundered from your side. Then, I am freed into your life and I can make you live long, yet not at all.'' 
 
 Sam grasps the severity of the threat, if nothing else. `` Alright, well I just want you to ruin a date between my stupid ex and that dumb bitch Jennifer. My ex's name is Brad. He's really handsome; I have a picture here.'' 
 
 Vokariosh stares. `` I am not often to be found dumbed, mortal. Surely, you did not attempt such odd behaviour as required to summon me in the vain hope of such insignificant sleights.'' 
 
 Sam laughs, `` Nopes! I saw the video of you before. Totes knew it would work and that you'd do whatever I asked. Also, I ca n't keep you or the other girls will hate me. Just trying to see if you would say the same stuff as you did to Brittany. That's why I was surprised, not because I'm dumb.'' 
 
 `` I've not lied before. What was said to the other human?'' 
 
 She guffaws, `` Her name's Brittany and you did so lie. You told my friend Brittany that your name was Loshy-whatever. We totally realised it was what we had to say, too. You should n't act like your better than us.'' 
 
 Vokariosh stands again, `` Loshitail? She answers to this insipid summons, too?'' 
 
 `` What, is she, like, your girlfriend or something?'' 
 
 Vokariosh takes the unintended bait of pride, `` Of course not. Imagine a being that goes beyond a friend, a sibling, a lover, a spouse, or any other of the mortal relationships that are unfathomably lesser; a being that justifies your existence and negates all else, for you would negate that existence at its behest.'' 
 
 She groans, `` That's how I felt about Brad.'' 
 
 `` No, it is n't.'' 
 
 Sam shrugs and sighs, `` You just do n't understand. Anyways, if you help me with Brad, I'll bring Brittany here and she'll tell you about your girlfriend.'' 
 
 Vokariosh, his hunger for such information having lasted an eternity, swallows what remains of his pride. 
 
 `` Agreed.'' 

