UPDATE: DRAFT NOT TO BE COMPLETED
GOODBYE WATTPAD
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not claim to know anything about "demonology" and/or the religious aspects of it. The idea for this piece came to me late one night, and I wrote it on the fiction I wanted to believe was true. I mean, fiction is fiction and ANYTHING can happen since it's fiction. I do not study on demons or know anything on Supernatural's demons besides what is given on the Wiki. I'm positive all the information written in my work is wrong and it's titled to be fiction, so in no way, shape, or form do I believe this is how it's done. I have nothing against Pagans. Again, this story was written based on previous characters and a small thought and I take all responsibility to its inaccurate points. This writing has no meaning and only serves as practice for my writing, grammar, and vocabulary skills. Thank you.
Also, Emily, if you managed to find this work of mine, congratulations! I'm not deleting it!
EDIT: I don't give a shit about this anymore so this is useless writing practice.
Demonology. It's a field not typically studied by most, let alone a South African daughter of Aphrodite living in the middle of New York, but, boy, it soon did. Since Simon Vlahos's disappearance, Vivienne Dubois began spending her available days and nights flipping through dilapidated textbooks and destroyed notebooks reading up on this "demonology". She wanted to know what it was. She wanted to know more than she already had. I mean, the girl had married a demon herself, but in all honesty, how much did she truly know outside of experience? Vivienne obviously couldn't easily bring the topic up to any librarian just because of the subject at matter, but also on the fact she wasn't mortal herself unlike the majority of the world population. If Vivienne couldn't ask for help on the matter to any of the obvious, who were she to ask instead? Well, the answer is clear: Nyssa Vlahos.
Quickly, Vivienne learned how truly awkward it is to ask your ex-husband's sister about her knowledge on demons, even knowing she was a demon hunter when you and her husband were together. Nyssa couldn't blame her though, since it had been over five years since their divorce. Vivienne couldn't give a damn about them being divorced, but when the two of them had a daughter and son, clearly she had every excuse to be angry. Men could be so cruel sometimes, and that's true in both the real and "fictional" worlds Vivienne had lived in. Unknowing his whereabouts, Vivienne needed contact with the demon boy and she needed it as soon as possible.
She started with the books. Nyssa visited the daughter of love's penthouse suite with a bin of beginners' manuals and pamphlets, slowly taking her time to teach Vivienne when she could about demonology and everything revolved around it. The two didn't have to spend much time on the characteristics of demons, since they've both have had their first hand experience. For the next few months that followed, Vivienne continuously juggled her time between mastering demonology and her daytime career of modeling. No one she worked with suspected anything odd of her and her children were too young to understand at all. After hours and hours of self-teaching, the South African beauty finally decided it was time to summon the demon boy to herself.
It's not as easy as you think to set up a seance to contact a demon. Not that anyone thinks it's easy, anyways. Vivienne had only a few hours to perfect her summoning before her daughter and son would return from elementary school, and she did not want to have to explain to her children why she was chanting their father's name into sacrifices and incense. Vivienne decided to mainly choose a rose incense with some undertones of dragon's blood to try and contact her ex-husband. Rose was a perfect scent to symbolize the two of them, as it was a common aroma found in the apartment suite. Vivienne took a prick from her finger and let her blood drip into a golden goblet, watching as the red liquid flowed to the bottom of the cup. Nyssa sent Vivienne a nod, indicating it was time for the ritual.
The daughter of Aphrodite took a deep breath, exhaling after each one. Once she was fully ready, she returned a nod to Nyssa which let her know Vivienne was capable of being in the room alone. The demon boy's sister left the room and entered the hall, keeping close for any mishaps that may occur. Vivienne closed her eyes and knelt at their makeshift altar, chanting into the smoke to contact her fellow ex-husband. After a few tries, she almost gave up.
"Simon," she whispered, looking at her fingers which now covered in dried blood. Vivienne sighed, and stood up at the altar. She repeated the chants again, both of her hands placed firmly against the altar in the middle of the empty room. In a short moment, a chill was sent down the girl's spine and Simon appeared before her.
The Simon she had once knew wasn't there as the demon wrapped his callous hands around her neck. Vivienne gasped before he began to strangle her, locking her eyes onto his. The son of Hephaestus had eyes filled with darkness; looking into his eyes felt like you were gazing into a galactic black hole, forever looking with no end. Vivienne was unable to breathe, and quickly began to regret summoning the demon into her home.
Even after Nyssa rushed into the room, Simon refused to release Vivienne from his hands. She tried chanting other calls at her brother, hoping they would work and would break him out of his temper, but the boy was too strong to control. Vivienne, struggling, reached one of her hands out to touch her ex-husband's face, stroking his rough facial hair that he clearly hasn't shaved. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, and Vivienne's face began to turn white, but she continued to push through it all. She begged him with moistened eyes, dragging a light finger on his cheek as she slowly began to pass out. Her hand moved its way to the back of his head, twisting his tousled curls onto her fingers with her hand buried within his hair. In a short moment, Vivienne watched Simon's face change, quickly releasing her from his grasp. His eyes brightened again, and his anger flushed off his face. As Vivienne collected herself, she fell to the floor.
"Oh my god," he breathed, falling to his knees beside Vivienne, holding her in his lap as she gagged for air. She leaned down into his chest, coughing and wheezing as she inhaled as much air as she could. Simon held her close after realizing his wrongdoings, holding her head against him as he tried to coo her with his apologies.
"Viv..." he sighed, sitting her up once she collected herself. His ex-wife now had smeared makeup down her defined cheeks and laid silent before him, and he couldn't blame her at this point. Nyssa still sat against a wall on the other side of the room, just to keep watch on her brother who she was angered with just as much as Vivienne. Simon didn't just leave Vivienne; he left everyone he knew. "Nyss," he sighed, "you can leave." His sister raised her eyebrows in response, before rolling her eyes and leaving the room. "I'll be checking on you," she pointed her finger at him, "15 minutes."
With Nyssa out of the room, Vivienne still was afraid of Simon and she kept some distance away to prove so to him. She had left his arms now, sitting beside him with her arms wrapped around her legs.
"I'm, I'm sorry," he stuttered, placing one of his hands on top of hers, sliding it off once he realized there was no use. The demon boy stood. "You summoned me here," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "and there you sit ignoring me!" He threw his face into his hands and rubbed his eyes. Vivienne looked up at his with hurt and wiped her eyes. She slowly stood and moaned in pain, as her neck still was sore and hurt to move. The girl sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
"You just tried to kill me and you're the one who's mad?!" she groaned, turning herself away from her ex-husband to cry in her palms. Simon bit his tongue so he wouldn't add fuel to the fire, and watched his ex as she continued to cried. After a few minutes, he couldn't stand there any longer.
