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

He used to love the sound of young girls chanting his name, and the sound of the breath leaving their bodies. Humanities spiraling interest in the demonic world had been so wonderful at first. But now, Bar-Molad ached for the days long past when people were simply afraid of him and not curious, that awful human emotion. For a long time it had simply been priests and apostles chasing them out of people's bodies, or removing them from houses, which did n't bother him much, since there was no shortage of other places to go. However, as the years went on, those pathetic humans forgot about the dangerous side of demons, and relegated them to cheap movies and grade school myths. 
 
 `` Bar-Molad...'' 
 
 There it was again, that ache, that pull. 
 
 `` Bar-Molad...'' 
 
 Every fiber of his being screamed as his ethereal body was suddenly shifted to his new location. 
 
 `` BAR-MOLAD!'' 
 
 Suddenly, a light appeared, and with a loud hissing sound, like steam escaping from a cauldron, Bar-Molad was suddenly aware of the three girls standing in front of him. Dressed like they just lost a bet, in their best black clothes with piercings everywhere. 
 They could n't see him at first, after the shift his body took some time to re-form, but he could see them vividly. And he hated them. How dare these CHILDREN summon him. After all of the ouija boards and tarot cards, it was enough. He was tired. Did n't they understand? He would make them understand. 
 While he had been stewing, the girls had gradually become aware of his presence. At first they were a little excited, but as his hate filled the room, they knew immediately this had been a disastrous idea. 
 `` A-a-are you'Bar-Molad'?'' one of the girls spat out, trying desperately to think of something to say. Bar-Molad laughed, something like a scream mixed with a cough. The girl who spoke immediately fell to the floor, writhing in pain as every hair on her body was seared off. The other two girls made a break for the door, hoping that their friends misfortune would be their salvation, but to no avail. The door stuck in place, immovable. 
 As Bar-Molad slowly deconstructed each girl he whispered angrily... 
 
 `` Bobby's never going to love you now.'' 
 
 As he finished his task, his bloodlust faded, but already he could feel himself pulled away again. 
 
 `` Bar-Molad...''
