Soul snatchers

The call of the king

Once reaching my house i opened the door gingerly, as my parents didn't know I had left the house, and creeped up the stairs slowly being careful not to make any noise. With exact precision I placed each foot at a different angle on separate steps knowing the specific places in which the creaky floorboards were, I have memorised the placement of my feet on the creaky splintering floorboards as I made this same trip most weekdays as me and Catarina regularly snuck out for library visits. I already knew by now my parents would be intrigued in watching "Flog it" and wouldn't move from the same position for another 23 minutes, however I was so late back I didn't want to make the slightest noise and attract any unnecessary attention.

Once entering my dimly lit room I immediately bolted the door, grabbed my laptop and curled up in the bed determined to get the answers I needed from the book. I loaded up google translate on my laptop and typed in the Latin words that were scratched in to the page before me. Although I know google translate isn't the most accurate site for translating languages, which I discovered from a recent experience in a french assessment, it was the best I had. After typing in several sentences that followed the incantation for the summoning I got a a paragraph that read:

"Before attempting this that summoning you know should that demons are very manipulative and what do whatever it takes claim to your soul, it will tempt you with your desires as as cunningly snake. Many who have bargained with a demon have lost themselves to the calling of the king and proved to disloyal be to families and have turned towards their enemies serve to them in hell."

After swapping around a couple words and guessing the rest I figure out that once making a deal with a demon you are dragged to hell and forced to serve them, but it is not only this that made my stomach churn and my heart beat abnormally, but the fact that the summoner eventually becomes a demon themselves after the bargained time runs out.

After closing my laptop and throwing the book across the room in anger, shattering a plant pot in the process, I curl up into a ball on my bed and rock myself back and forth gently until I slip into a restless sleep.

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I woke up in the morning determined to ignore my already destined fate, to serve in hell, and decided to make the most of the 10 years of I had bargained. With my new found positivity I experimented by lifting individual items with my telekinesis and moving them in the air. After mastering individual objects I lifted several objects that I
would never have been able to lift with just my hands before, for example my whole book self, desk, 15 school textbooks and a couple other items just as heavy and some fragile items like the remaining plant pot and a glass jewellery box. I twirled them round in the air, stacked them and repeatedly released them and quickly caught them again.

Whilst twirling them around the room, there was a loud knock at my door which caused me to loose concentration and send all the items either crashing or smashing to pieces on the floor of my bedroom. If my mom hadn't realised me locking my door was unusual, she would defiantly know something was wrong now.

My mom was now shouting through the door demanding to know if I was alright and what the hell was happening. I managed to kick the smaller items under the bed. Before opening the door I poked my eyes, rubbed them causing myself to cry. By the time I opened the door I was in tears,

"Mom the bb-bookshelf was too heavy-y and it nearly fell on me-- I'm so Sorr- it's ruined everything- m- my rooms destroyed, I'm so so s-sorry" I whimper

Right on cue my mom pulls me close when seeing the state I was in, and stokes my hair lovingly, she wraps her arms around, me trapping me in her embrace whilst repeatedly saying things like "oh my little baby" and "you poor thing".

Once she made me breakfast, that would normally be just toast or cereals, however today it consists of sausages, bacon, egg and other luxuries that would normally be saved for my dad, I plow my way through my treat and then exclaim while noticing the time on the clock, that I have to get ready for school.

Once having a rapid shower I put on my navy school uniform and apply the tie around my neck like a noose, then I approach the mirror and begin applying foundation, to hide the dark circles under my eyes from the restless night before, just when I start applying the mascara do I notice something very wrong...