Apostolos I Summon You to Human Form

Chapter 01

"Thanks again for the ride Heather,I'll see you in the morning," Accalia Alogo said to her carpooldriver as she was dropped off.

"No problem, Kae! See you tomorrow!"

Accalia closed the car door andwatched Heather pull around to the other side of the apartmentcomplex. That was the main reason they carpooled, and Accalia wouldchip in for gas. She'd debated asking her to hang out sometime, buttheir interests were so different, one of them was bound to be boredto death. Sighing, she headed upstairs to her apartment. She unlockedthe door and stepped inside, following her usual routine. Door lockedbehind her, and keys and purse on the hook by the door. She kickedoff her shoes and walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge andstared into it for a good three minutes before moving onto thecabinets. Damn, nothing sounded good. And she didn't feel likecooking anything. Her eyes fell to the folded up Chinese takeout menuon her counter that had been wedged into her door last week, and shedecided to place an order.

While she waited, she fixed herself amug of tea and sat down to read more of her favorite book. A largechunk of it was a difficult read, because of how much the titularcharacter went through, but the latter half had showed his growth andpersonality, and Accalia couldn't help but appreciate him.

She turned the page to continuereading, when a thought occurred to her. He was a god. In the book,gods could be summoned... so that meant he could be too.

'He's just a book character,' shethought to herself. 'He's not real, he wouldn't show up.'

She couldn't help herself closing hereyes and wondering what it would be like to actually meet Acheron inperson.

"Oh what the hell," she said toherself, setting her book down on the coffee table as she stood up."I'm by myself anyway, so who's gonna know."

After a deep breath, she said,"Apostolos, I summon you to human form."

Accalia waited, and nothing happened.She rolled her eyes at her own ridiculousness and turned around tograb her empty mug off the end table so she could refill it. Out ofnowhere, a shiver ran up and down her spine, and she could feel thepresence of someone else there, in her living room.

Accalia wheeled around, and there hewas, in all his gothic glory. Shiny black waist-length hair thatfeatured a single red streak that framed the right side of his face,sunglasses that completely hid his eyes, a small stud in the side ofhis aquiline nose, a black tightly-hugging tee shirt with the Misfitslogo, a long black coat that reached his ankles, form-fitting leatherpants with the outer side seams laced with red ribbon, and boots thatnearly reached the top of his calves adorned with metal skulls andchains fit the description she'd read countless times.

"You called?" he asked her in hisdeep lilting voice, smooth with an accent she couldn't place thatgave her stomach butterflies. She supposed Atlantean, since itusually came out when he was stressed, and this situation warrantedstress. Mortal humans were not supposed to know how to summon godsanymore, let alone one who spent a mind numbing amount of timesuppressing knowledge about his true identity.

Seeing him in front of her, for realand in person, in the flesh caused her to feel breathless and herlegs weak. She didn't know what to say. How was this not a dream?Acheron was standing before her. He was real. He existed. She bit herlip, seeing a tic work in his jaw. He was getting irritated.

"Uhm, I'm Accalia," she managed.

"I assume you already know who Iam," he said slowly. Yeah, that was pretty obvious, otherwise shewouldn't have been able to summon him.

"I'm sorry, um-" she glancedaround the living room. "Feel free to sit down." He didn't move."Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you," he said curtly.