I stared down at the page with both fear and curiosity. Occult-related things, demons, ghosts, they were things that had always intrigued me. My interest in them were partially why Sybil always referred to me as a freak like she did. Why she tormented me.
I gazed down at the page, daring to read more of the written text.
“This triad of demons reside on Earth…and aid humans in their highly sought-after retribution.”
Retribution…as in revenge?
My attention returned to the page and I continued. “Known for his immense pleasure in fulfilling such tasks, this demon will only present his existence by the blood of those he deems worthy of his devouring justice.” I paused. “Present his existence…wait, does that mean he deemsmeworthy?” I stared at my bloodied wrists and felt a kernel of glee over the thought.
Justice, huh? I wonder…
My fingertip grazed the page as my eyes followed, landing on the odd instructions. “To summon this ancient being of chaos, one must first carve a triangle into one’s flesh with only the intention of what they desire. This action represents the divine triad of retribution, thus calling the demon forward. The human is then to use their blood to paint the symbol of their rebirth, moving clockwise until the end reaches the center.” My gaze returned to the small cut along my skin.
Summoning a demon to help me take back my power and exact revenge on my so-called friends…is this really the right thing to do?
I paused and scoffed.
Why should I give them that kind of grace when they never even considered it for me?
Thunder rolled and I looked back down at the book. “If this is real, and it works, then they deserve every bit of it.”
I clutched the book close, grabbed the sewing shears, and scurried down to the bedroom floor. I carefully laid the book to my side and held the scissors back to my arm. “Carve with the intention of what I desire, huh?” My grip adjusted along the tool. “I desire nothing more than their absolute suffering. Pain more excruciating than the pain they ever inflicted on me, and to hear them beg for my mercy.” A sinister smile stretched across my face as I pressed the shears into my flesh and carved the triangle, biting back my tears. Blood seeped all along my fingers and hands. They were so slippery, I nearly dropped the shears as I connected the final side. “There,” I gasped. Blood dripped from the wound and ran down my arm, dripping onto the bedroom floor. “Now, to draw the symbol.” I peeked at the page to ensure I did the next step correctly before following the instructions, using my blood to draw the giant symbol while on my hands and knees.
The storm only grew as the wind picked up and the rain pounded against my window. The walls and floors of my home shook with each thundering boom, and I was nearly blinded by the varying strikes of lightning. It was as if Mother Nature could sense what I was doing, anxiously anticipating what was about to occur. My heart raced with a matching anxiety as I read the next step. “To complete such a request, the summoner must kneel in the center of the symbol and speak the following phrase aloud.” I noticed a tiny scribbled note off to the side of the sentence. “To ensure no additional bodies be harmed in such a pact, the summoner should speak the names of the accused or suffer the consequences.” I paused. “I shouldn’t need to specify.” I held the book close and kneeled in the center of the bloody symbol, clearing my throat before reading the phrase aloud. “I call upon the divine from the pits of hell and their dwellings here on Earth.” The power began to flicker while I continued to read. “Come to me in my aid and seek such carnal vengeance in my stead. Use my body as a vessel, and carry out your chaos as you see fit to ensure all those who have harmed me will bleed for their sins. Fill my ears with their sorrows, my eyes with their pain, and my stomach with their souls. I kneel before you, with the blood of my intention, and grant you control of my entire being…Zethiloneous.” As the syllables of the demon’s name dripped from my tongue, the entire room fell into absolute darkness.
The temperature dropped almost instantly. The only light gifted to me came from the strikes of the storm outside. “D-did it work?” I stuttered, trembling as my breath fogged around my face.
Squeak.
My head snapped towards the direction of the sound. It was coming from the hall outside my door. “H-hello?” My body shivered. No one answered.
Squeak.
The sound continued, walking in my direction, stopping outside my open doorway and I felt a sudden wave of fear, unlike any I’d ever experienced before.
Lightning struck again, revealing a tall pitch-black shadow standing in my doorway. It morphed as the darkness returned, and with the next strike, I was staring at the embodiment of the demonic sketch from the book.
Oh my?—
I opened my mouth to scream, but the demon lunged at me, and his shadow forced its way into my gaping mouth, stretching it so wide I felt the corners of my lips tear. The darkness of his essence shoved down my throat and into my stomach, seeping through my veins and into my blood. I gagged and choked on the evil within me, tears flowing from my eyes as I felt the light within my soul snuff out. The lights in my room flickered uncontrollably as I struggled to take control, but the demon clawed at my organs and flesh, tearing me apart until I was nothing more than a bloodied carcass.
My body fell forward and I felt my consciousness quickly fade away as a strange voice whispered through the void.
“I accept.”
CHAPTER 3
THE DEMON
My sensesand feelings tingled as my existence slithered along the skeletal frame I now resided within. My darkness reached out, filling every inch of this body, settling in. “Ahh,” I exhaled. “A woman.” The sounds of a storm raging outside settled within my ears and enriched my excitement, as it was the perfect weather for such a scenario. “Cris–sa.” Her name hissed along the tip of my tongue. “What an intriguing name for such an odd specimen.”
It’s been ages since I possessed a human, let alone a female.
My limbs slid along the bloodied floor as I adjusted my control of them and pushed my torso up with a loud breath. My hands raised and I glanced down, admiring the body I inhabited. “Ohhh,” I purred. “Now this is going to be fun.” Blood dripped from the corners of my mouth and onto my tongue. “Mmm. I’d almost forgotten how delicious human blood tasted.” My tongue extended, licking the edges of my mouth. “Especially when it’s filled with such a hunger for revenge.”
Thunder boomed overhead while I took in my new surroundings. The dwelling was small and feeble, but it was durable. I wobbled to my feet and made my way to a small chair seated in front of what looked to be a vanity with a mirror. “Let’s see what we have to work with.” I gazed upon the reflection before me. “Hmm.” My head turned and tilted. “Despite the thoughts you have swimming in your tiny human brain, this specimen is quite nice, dear Crissa.” My long, sharp finger tip tugged at the underlid of my blacked out eyes. “Too bad even in full control, I can only hide so much of my true self.” I grinned, revealing my long and sharp teeth. “But imagine the fear on the faces of those who dare to harm you when they come face to face with me.” I laughed aloud. “Ohhh this is going to be such fun!” Lightning cracked just outside. “But first.” I glanced down at the carved symbol across her arm. I raised it to my mouth and licked the bloody wound, savoring her flavor. It healed almost instantly. “There, much better. Now.” I stared back at my reflection and tilted my head. “Enjoy the peace while you can, dear Crissa. For once you wake, I shall begin my task of serving your revenge. And I will not stop until you are drowning in their blood, and every last piece of those who dare harm you are devoured by your rage.”
And only then will my insatiable hunger be satisfied.
