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(Skylar's POV)

I need someone. I need someone to love and care for me. Am I truly unloveable? Even my parents don't love me. They made that clear in the divorce. I have no real friends, just people to hang out with. I've been super exhausted too. Everything seems so dull and boring now. I don't know what to do. Even my anger issues have gotten worse with my mood. My brain came up with tons of gory ways to kill myself. Should I set it into action or do something else to end this?

What about a demon?

I could summon a demon. If demons existed though, I have no idea! I'll just have to find out off the dark web.

After weeks of searching and collecting information. As well as ingredients to help summon a demon. If I sell my soul. It would be a contract. In exchange for my soul, I'll ask for the demon to stay by my side as my lover. Then once the contract is over, I'll be dead! Which is what I want! I'll get the things I want before I die and as I die. It sounds like a win win.

I prepare for the ritual at about 2 AM that night. The sky outside was cloudless and dark with almost no stars. Too many lights on Earth. I look over the time as I prepare things further. I will start the chant at 3 AM. I carve the sigils into my wooden floor. I fill the lines with blood from a goat. I set candles, lighting each large circular candle. Set the bowl in the middle, start cutting the roots I had bought off the dark web. I crushed leaves, added both to the bowl. Poured in the rest of the goat blood. I added my own blood, measuring carefully. I looked at the time again. It's time.

I begin to chant the words. I had to be careful with pronunciation but somehow, they slid off my tongue as easily as my own name! Soon, the carvings in the floor began to glow a deep red through the blood. The metal bowl shook on its little legs, the contents stirring into a whirlpool with bubbles that seemed to show that it was boiling somehow.

Holy shit!

"Whoa!" I yelled out as I was lifted from the floor into the air, so was everything else in my room. Holy shit!!! It's happening! The blood from the carvings shot up to my ceiling in a large pillar. It rained blood everywhere. There! In the middle of all this mess was the demon, the bowl knocked over and him in its place. He looked up at my floating form. He came over and smirked at me, his teeth sharper than anything I've seen. His smile was comically large, making me feel uneasy.

"Skylar Aqui, nice to meet you. I assume you summoned me to sign a contract?" He tilts his head to his right. He is rather cute. Was I lucky? I am set down immediately, falling to the ground. I land carefully on one knee. I stand up straight, splattered with blood like my room is.

"Yeah. I want to sign over my soul in exchange for the perfect romantic partner." I say as sternly as I could. I certainly wasn't afraid of dying or what he could do to me physically. It was more if he would reject me. But is he allowed to? He is a demon under a larger king demon, right? Is he allowed to pass up a soul?

"Alright, this contract will last for 10 years then your soul is mine! I've already looked into your little head. I know exactly what you want and need now. Come here, allow me to carve into you." He curls his finger towards me, motioning me closer. I step right up to him and he lifts my shirt. I jump and grab his thin wrists in mine. He is smaller than me in this human form. A small Asian male, looks to be a transgender body, like mine. Was this on purpose? This human body is really cute though!

"Don't be scared. I am only going to cut my name into your flesh." He chuckled sadistically. I don't budge. I'd rather not allow him to see how fat I am. I'm really ugly. This body is really fucking gross to me. His smile slowly falls, not into anger, but understanding. He lets go of my shirt and I let go of him. He grabs my arm instead carved into it instead. I clench my fist,making the muscles in my arm tighter to ease the pain. He uses a single claw like finger to etch his name into my skin. I hissed in pain and bit my tongue as hard as I could.

"You're body is not an issue, you know. I understand the need to hide, but you are certainly not an ugly human, darling." I melt at his soothing and comforting tone. No one has shown me such kindness. Heh how fucked up. A demon is kinder to me than my own kind. It's so fucking messed up. I feel my mood drop.

"You humans are so sensitive. Come here." I don't have any time to react after he says this. He pulls me to my bed, the room was clean and put together again, everything gone from the ritual too. It's as if it never happened, but he is still here... thank goodness. He pushes me into the bed, a little rougher than what he meant since his hands were open and he wasn't being forceful. He crawled onto the bed beside me and pulled me down to lay on my back. He laid down beside me under the blanket. He pulled my face into his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I tense then relax quickly. Oh my god. This is so good. This feels amazing! This is what cuddling is? Wow, I really have been missing out.

"Sleep. It is pretty late. And I believe we have school tomorrow." He says. What exactly does he mean by "we" and what is his name?

"We?" I ask.

"Yes, I will enroll of course. To stay close to you is important. Aren't we dating?" He asks.

"No, we are. I was just surprised. How will you enroll? It's pretty far along in the year." I tell him. He chuckles softly, the rumble in his chest tickling my nose.

"I just did. I'm a demon. I have my ways. Also, you may call me Dean. It seems like a name that fits well with your feelings and this body." Dean says. I nod and hum in acknowledgment. I wrap my arms around him too and feel very sleepy. He curls over my body, caging me in a safe embrace. This... is what it feels like to be safe...