Genre: [demon! Kirari, lime]
Heavily inspired by Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters :)
You didn't know what was the strangest thing: the dirty chalk drawing of a pentacle on your bedroom wooden floor or the actual demon standing in front of you with a cruel smile.
Recently, your bullies had decided to make your life hell even more than before: they hit you, they hid needles in your food when you weren't looking and they threw rocks at you.
Your skin was destroyed: cigarettes burns, purple bruises, every kind of cuts you could imagine.
But you had enough. Oh, you were so, so utterly done.
You never believed in those kinds of things really, demons and occult stuff, but in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, you decided to try to summon a demon, even if it was completely illogical.
But it had to be logical.
Otherwise, the thing (was it a woman perhaps?) that watched you was a mere figment of your imagination, were you insane?
But you couldn't be.
Right?
You found in your mother library one book about occultism (why the hell does your mother have a book about occultism?) you took it and went to your room quietly, making sure to not make a sound to alert your mother. On one page there were instructions to summon
demons and suchlike creatures.
'Hmh let's see... First, take a knife and cut the palm of your hand.'
You inhaled deeply, your hand traced over the shaft of a little knife, fingers trembling in fear.
The blade sinks deeply inside of your palm, seeping out dark blood.
Your body reacted on its own and, on instinct, threw the blade away from you, making it fall away somewhere in your room.
'*huff* *huff*, now?'
The instructions continued:
The next step is to draw a pentacle on your floor and recite a spell.
Your fingers were now covered in the dusty white of the chalk, the pentacle was done, you took the book in your hands, the blood sightly staining the leather cover of it.
You were a bit embarrassed about saying nonsense out loud, but it was worth a try, not like any of this will help your situation (you were just gonna felt even more stupid after this).
It all happened in a flash. As soon as the spell was over, a silhouette formed on the pentacle. It appeared to be some sort of human figure, but everything about it (should you say her?) felt wrong. It had a pair of white bat wings, sharp goat-like horns that hunched inwards (they could very easily eviscerate you in a second) a small tail with a pointed end that seemed to never stop moving around.
Now the figure became more distinct: she, apparently, had white hair cascading on her shoulders, wearing a red school-like uniform, her skin was pale as the moon.
And oh God, her face.
She was utterly amazing.
Both eyes and lips were as blue as an ocean but kinda icy-like, a pair of long fangs shined a dangerous white as her pointed tongue glided over them, eyes glowing with overflowing curiosity and madness (it scared you deeply). Her finger reached in the middle of her right cheek, softly tapping at it while she examined you from head to toe. Blue lights glowed all around your room, making it seem like a gigantic aquarium.
"Well well well..." her voice deep and alluring, just what you imagined a demon voice to sound like.
"What do we have here? A little human..."
She took a step closer, you took a step back.
"... who apparently..."
Closer.
And
Back.
"... has..."
Her hand gripped your shoulder with extreme force, making you almost lose your balance. Her Index gently traced over your cheek but she dipped her sharp nail in your soft skin resulting in drips of blood falling from the freshly made wound.
She licked her lips with her tongue in anticipation, leaning gently over you her tongue lapped up the thick dark blood. Her tail swinging even more and your ears seemed to catch a faint "tasty~".
"...vengeance desire".
She finished her sentence with a sharp lick at your wound. When she pulled away you could see drops of blood dripping down to her chin.
Your blood.
"Oh, how I love it when they want to kill each other".
She took your chin with her thumb and Index, making you look at her.
"Tell me, little human. Why do you seek vengeance?"
You tried to speak but your voice died in your throat, after an attempt or two you managed to stammer
"Some people keep on making my life hell. I want you to teach them a lesson".
The demon seemed amazed at your sudden boldness, no one ever ordered her around! Usually, she was the one who lurked humans into making atrocities towards others, but this one ordered her around. To say she was intrigued was an understatement.
"Alright, do you want a specific type of vengeance? Torture, death? Tell me everything you wish for human."
Somewhat you felt so so little compared to this otherworldly entity, her gaze never faltered from you, more specifically, your body. She was eyeing you as a predator looks at its prey: interest, hunger, malice and lust in her blue eyes.
"I... I..." you couldn't speak, not that you didn't want to, your throat felt dry and empty, your voice failed to surface out of your mouth.
"I want you to make them feel miserable. I want you to destroy them" the words rolled out of your tongue as the demon smirk got wider.
"As you wish".
"But you know..."
She got closer and closer, eyeing you from head to toe, circling around to get a better look.
"I too want a prize" you felt her arms grabbing your waist.
Her nose was pressed in your neck inhaling deeply your scent.
"Now for me to allow your wish, I need a... sacrifice" Her hands travelled to your chest.
"Are you willing to pay the price?"
