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my dealings with the devil(raven)

I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. Even growing up with my anxiety, I never thought.... Let me start from the beginning.

Standing in my childhood home, my sister rushed up to me, giving me a hug. "Sarah!" She called happily making my small smile appear. I gave a quiet response. "Hey, Wendy." She grabbed my hand pulling me deeper into the house. My heart leaped into my chest as the volume from the living room increased the closer we got. She pulled me closer to our mother, my step-mother, who looked me up and down with disapproval. She never approved much of me or any of me for that matter. Her eyes moved to my sister who always seemed oblivious to our mother's hatred. "You didn't tell her did you?" She scolded Wendy. "I wanted it to be a-" Our mother cut her off to scold me. "You can't dress to save your life." I ducked my head as Wendy huffed. "It doesn't matter. You approving her wardrobe isn't why she's here." She dragged me away quickly to the old upstairs bedroom we shared. You would think that we fought a lot as kids since there were two years between us but we didn't. Our parents did enough of that for us. The pearl white door swung open revealing a soft blue room with beds on either side. It hadn't been touched since the last time we were here, which was when she helped me move out to my apartment in Savannah. We never saw each other since we were busy and the few hours drive between us seemed inconvenient. She lived in her apartment in Atlanta near her new job as a ballet instructor with her boyfriend, Alex. She sat on her bed with a smile and crossed her legs waiting for me to sit across from her on my own bed. I did, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. The difference between us was always obvious. Her blonde-haired, blue-eyed, perfect physique compared to my mousy brown hair and lifeless form. She smiled and it made a smile grace my face. "What is it, Wendy?" I asked her before she nearly exploded with the news. "I'm getting married!" She exclaimed with a raise of her hand and my eyes widened. "Alex finally asked?" I remarked with the sarcasm I only really used with her. She giggled happily. Her eyes were full of life until she leaned forward slightly. Her eyes focused on me and I quieted noticing she had something up her sleeve. "You're going to be my Maid of Honor." She stated, making me almost choke on air. She wanted me, Sarah Marie Anderson, to stand in front of everyone while she got married. "Wen-" She cut me off. "No. We made each other a promise-" I cut her off in return. "We were kids!" Wendy laughed. "A promise is a promise." She sang to me as I stood moving closer to the vanity. "Wendy..." I whined softly. "Next you'll be forcing me to go with a date." I cracked and her grin widened. My eyes bugged out of my skull. "You're fucking kidding me," I swore as she stood with the stern expression she always used against me. "I'll make you a deal." She started, capturing my interest. "If you don't want me to partner you up with Kaleb, you can bring yourself a date. And before you complain, yes, you have to have a date." She finished. My eyes glared up to her for a bit before I closed them and sighed. "Okay." She beamed pulling me into a hug. "Wendy! Sarah Marie!" Our mother yelled.

I wished I could tell you that is where the insanity ended, but it wasn't.

A few weeks later. The wedding drew closer and closer and was now only a few days away. My dress had been picked, and soon, my date was going to be picked for me too. I began to panic in my small apartment. I had lied to my sister about having a date and she was so happy. She asked me who and I said the first name that came to mind, 'Jaxson' I sighed leaning against the counter with my face in my hands. "I'm such an idiot," I muttered to myself. My phone buzzed with a message from my friend Charlie. I read it a few times. She couldn't be serious.

Do a basic summoning.

I typed a quick reply.

You're kidding me, right? We haven't done that since high school.

Her reply was even faster than mine.

Come on Sarah. You need a date. It's one night.

It was something that had become so normalized it was suspicious. Humans made deals with demons for whatever they needed and they had to do something in return. Charlie had done it when we were in high school. She needed a date to the prom, and whoever she summoned wanted to just have a good night. They never talked after that.