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

Azazel had been cooking when the mighty force lifted him away from his hellfire and to the surface. He sighed on the journey - it was somewhat like going up the hole from that *Alice in Wonderland* story, and he watched as giant clocks and pieces of cake floated past him. Had he a wrist watch, he would have tapped it in irritation as he got closer to the surface. 
 
 With little warning the hole ended, and he was shoved up through the earth and into the pentacle-traced circle. The girls who now surrounded him were silent, their hands joined together as they watched him. 
 
 `` Gettin' really tired of this, girls,'' he said, looking around. `` I know we had our fun that night with the Ouija board, but enough is enough. You've got to stop interrupting me in the middle of my dinners.'' 
 
 `` Dinner?'' one of the girls said. `` It's one in the morning.'' 
 
 `` Time waits for no demon, time zones, center of the earth on a different clock,'' he ticked off the reasons on his fingers. `` Girls, I'm not going to tell you again. Summon me one more time to this insipid WASP neighborhood and I will have no choice but to feast on your souls and feed your carcases to the bloodhounds.'' 
 
 The girls murmured amongst themselves, and then turned back to him. `` Okay, we'll stop summoning you,'' one of them said. `` But you have to do something for us first.'' 
 
 `` Name your price,'' Azazel said with a hefty sigh. `` Which ex boyfriend am I taking down? Or do you want a pop star to fall in love with you. Or maybe fabulous hair for the rest of eternity?'' 
 
 `` No, it's much more simple than all that,'' one of the girls said. `` We just want to do your hair.'' 
 
 `` And your makeup,'' piped up another. 
 
 `` And watch Mean Girls.'' 
 
 The demon's nostrils flared. `` Girls. I am a *demon*. I eat souls. I live in hell. I am the recreation of all evil and --'' 
 
 `` -- we're going to keep summoning you if you do n't do this, oh mighty demon.'' 
 
 `` Fine,'' he said. `` But no dresses. And no weird colored lipstick, either. And you know what? Next time you summon a demon, a little more warning might be nice.'' 
 
 He really hoped that Dre'uul or Baphomet, his roommates, would turn off the stove for him when they got home. Gas leaks posed a pretty large problem for Hell.
