"I'm the crossroads demon, Kathy." I smirked at the frightened look on her face. My British accent was very faint, but still present.
"Y-You're the Queen?"
"Damn straight. Whatcha need, darling? I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day." I said impatiently, digging my stiletto heel into the dirt.
"I want to make a deal." Kathy spat out.
"Well hell, I already knew that much. You damn sure ain't a hunter so what else would you summon me for? I need details, darling. And quickly too, or all you're getting is a one way ticket to hell with no benefit for you." I growled, my eyes flashing their normal, demonic galaxy colour.
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"Uhm, I want you to kill my husband." She squeaked out.
"Why?" I asked in a bored tone. That made her a bit angry.
"Because I want you to! You're supposed to do whatever I say and then take my soul in ten years!"
"Listen, Kathy. I may be a demon, but I'm not into killing innocent people. I'm not going to off your husband because he slept with your sister, who, by the way, is much prettier than you. And that's your own damn fault. And FYI, my deals only last 10 months. So dig up your box, and get the hell away from my crossroads. If you ever try to summon a crossroads demon again, they'll have orders to kill you on sight. Understood?" I said coldly, my eyes still demonic.
"But...but..."
"GO!" I screamed, using the wind to push her along, back towards her mini-van. She scrambled into her vehicle and disappeared down the road.
With a flick of my hand, the box she had buried to summon me was pulled from the soil. It hovered in front of me. Another flick of my hand, and it opened. A black cat bone, graveyard dirt, and a picture of Kathy, plus a few other things.
You see, to summon me - Queen of the Crossroads - it takes a couple of extra steps. One choice, you come to my crossroad. It's hidden though, and usually only desperate hunters could find it. Or rather, I revealed it to them. The other choice is to add a drop of Goddess oil, a sprig of winter holly, a dragon lily, and a rare gem known as the Blood of Isis. Specific, I know. None of that holds a ceremonial significance, it's just stuff I like.
I had no idea how Kathy got her hands on that stuff, and I didn't care to find out. She was never coming back, and if she did, she'd figure out pretty quick that that's a bad idea. A final flick of my hand sent the box flying into the tall grass behind me. It landed with an odd thump, followed by a muffled groan of pain. I froze and my body stiffened.
"Shit." Came a muffled response. I could hear people moving, probably only two, but also probably hunters.
"Turn around very slowly, you son of a bitch, or you won't like what happens next." A stern, but familiar voice commanded.
