Summoning Demons

Chapter 2

"Hello doll"

A thin long figure emerged from the smoke. George shivered as the figure approached. A demon with long black and green horns grabbed George's face and pulled it closer to its own. "What a cutey! Didn't expect to see you summoning me you little whore." The Incubus grew closer, his lips almost touching Georges. George quickly pulled away pushing himself onto the floor.

"A little shocked? It's ok I have that effect on people." The incubus smirk made George furious but he was more afraid than mad.

"Who the hell are you," George asked, hoping that this was all just a dream and that he would soon wake up and everything would be back to normal.

"I'm your one and only incubus that you summoned like two minutes ago. Man, your memory is shitty huh?" The Incubus crouched down to George's level which was on the floor. "What's your 

name doll?" He smiled.

"I will call the cops if you don't get out of my house." As George spoke, he felt his entire body 

trembling. The incubus just laughed and laughed.

"Go ahead doll what are some cops going to do? Arrest me? I don't think so." He giggled. George started to panic. "Listen doll I'm not here to hurt you- well it might hurt a bit." The incubus gave 

a sharp toothy grin.

"What do you want from me? Are you going to drag me to hell or some shit?"

"Oh no no no sweetheart~ I'm here to give you as much pleasure as you'll allow me to. But let me introduce myself. I'm Dream."

"George"

"What was that doll?"

"My name is George."

"Ah, such a pretty name for a pretty human." George's eyes started to water. He was overwhelmed and quite shocked. He hid his face in his knees in the corner hoping that maybe if he just closed his eyes it would all go away. Hot tears ran down his face leaving stains on his rosy 

cheeks.

"Oh wow ok, your crying um- It's ok their doll I'm not gonna hurt you." Dream walked over to George who was now sobbing on the floor. Dream sat next to George on the floor. He didn't comfort or touch him he just sat with him while George cried into his legs.

Eventually, George cried to the point of exhaustion and fell asleep curled up on the floor. Dream took the opportunity to scoop him up in his arms and carry him to bed. After doing so he wandered around the small apartment, rummaging through the cabinets fridge George's dresser and closet, and pretty much everything George owned.

The next morning George woke up from his semi-peaceful slumber. The memories from the day before hit him in the back of the head like a bus.He quickly rolled out of bed and started to look around only to find that his house looked like it had been robbed, or a giant angry toddler had a tantrum and threw everything everywhere. 

George was not a neat person, but the sight of his house being a wreck made him want to start crying again.

While checking all the rooms he saw a particularly lanky and familiar figure in the living room. "Oh. My. God."

"Oh hi again" Dream turned to face George.

"What are you still doing in my house!" He shrieked.

"I'm your demon you can't just wish me away princess. You summoned me so now I'm bound to you forever or however long you humans live I guess." Dream explained while reading a book he 

had found in one of George's drawers.

"Did you do this?" George scowled like a disappointed parent who just received their child's 

report card.

"Do what."

"All of this! Everything's on the floor! Nothing is where it's supposed to be!" George screeched.

"Oh that," George glared at Dream, he then started to twiddle his thumbs. "Yes, I might have 

misplaced some of your things."

"May have!?! There are mountains of books on my floor right now and not a single book on the shelves! why? what were you planning on achieving with all my shit being on the floor!" George 

took a deep breath after yelling, it took a lot out of him. After yelling he finally realized that he was screaming at a probably 6'5, demon who he had made a blood sacrifice to obtain. He shut his mouth fast. In fact, he stopped talking and walked away to clean up the mess his new companion had made.

"Hey I'm sorry about the mess doll let me clean it up for ya, it's the least I can do." Dream said walking into the room George was in.

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry for yelling." George just couldn't look at Dream. He didn't feel bad yet but he was scared, so he just stared at the ground hoping that when he looked up Dream wouldn't be there, but he was.

George walked to the living room and flopped on the couch. He put his arm over his eyes and slowly began to fall asleep again. All the shock and fear had taken a toll on his energy. George slowly began to wake up about an hour two hours later. The sun was almost gone which was a good indication that it was time for George to get up.

 He slowly arose to find, nothing. He was alone in his apartment, not a sound in the air it was silent. George quickly ran around to check the other rooms for Dream. He was gone, He was finally gone, everything was in its place. A wave of relief washed over George, Maybe it was all a dream.

"Hey Doll! You sleep quite a while huh?" George wiped his head around to meet Dream's stupid smug face.

"FUCK!"

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A/N: Hello so I recently found a little motivation to keep writing this. yay, anyways if you actually like this and want me to keep writing it let me know. Good night or morning :)

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