Jonny looked up at the beautiful being that stood before him. A small gasp escaping his quivering lips. They looked down at him with a seductive smile. A succubus? An incubus? Unsure of which, yet a demon nonetheless.
Leaning close to Jonny's ear, the demon whispered, "Stand."
Shakily, Jonny pushed himself up off of his knees, looking down at the Demon, his hands felt clammy.
The demon obviously growing impatient, "What do you want."
Barely audible, Jonny whispered, "What is your name?"
The demon let out a low growl, "What. Do. You. Want."
"Y-you, I want to know you, I-I want to know your name..", Jonny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
The demon let out a loud laugh before whispering, "Gain followers"
Eagerly Jonny smiled and nodded his head.
"And then, kill them."
Jonny's smile disappeared instantly.
The demon circled around Jonny, looking different each time, all versions just as beautifully sculpted, "I can be anything you want, Man, woman, both, neither, I can be you, I can be a celebrity. I can be the object of your darkest desires."
Jonny gulped, "Anything for you."
-3 Months Later-
Leaving his tent, Jonny eyes his followers. Devotion is at an all time high for most. Maybe its time for the first Sacrifice. Perhaps the oldest one in the group before the age gets to her. But her devotion isn't as high as it could be. As he lulls over the thought, the same old woman passed away. Perhaps it was not meant to be.
"Here lies sweet old Izzy, gone too soon." A day too soon. The old bat went to waste, that last part he kept to himself. Jonny gave the other followers a sweet smile, "Perhaps we should hold another sermon tonight."
"Welcome my little lambs, I know losing a beloved member took a toll on your faith, but trust me, its not over for her, death isn't the end, have faith. Have faith as our friend Mar does, She has been chosen to cross over to reside with Izzy and help bring her back!", Jonny instructed for his followers to surround Mar and hum low hymns. Some looking quite doubtful, but Mar with a big smile on her face, looked full of anticipation. Jonny handed her a goblet and the moment it touched her lips, she fell limp.
"Do not be alarmed, she must be buried next to Izzy, and as long as we all have faith and believe, They will return."
Jonny watched as his followers blindly play into every word he speaks.
Late into that night, as everyone's sound asleep, an alarm sounds through the community.
Jonny loomed over the empty graves, where his two devout followers clawed their ways out. Guess he forgot to dig them up. They looked almost deranged, covered in dirt and their hair matted.
Izzy looked different, younger, and lifeless. Smiling to himself, Jonny thought about how easy it'll be to trade their souls. They follow so blindly, unaware what really resides in Izzy's resurrected corpse, Not questioning the personality change or the youthful complexion.
All he has to do is trade souls then soon the demons heart will be his. Completely unaware that he's creating empty shells so the demon can raise an army from the deepest pits of hell. Completely blind with how smitten he is with them.
