Be My Friend

Chapter 6: New Religion

Maybe it was insane, but I was too curious. Did demons actually exist? Does Satan himself actually exist? The pill was hard to swallow.

It was at that moment, at 1:42 am while stroking my cat and listening to the calming sound of Nym purring, that I, Mason, would summon the devil himself into my own household. Go big or go home, right? Jesus, I made it sound like I was some kid at the candy store filling his bag to the brim with goodies instead of fuckin' around with entities. 

Who knows? He was probably too busy running the fiery pits of damnation to even bother with a lonely young adult with anxiety, depression, and a cat that ate too much for its own good. Oh, and maybe I had a slight alcohol problem? Whatever, he was still probably too busy. 

Then again, what if he did come? Did I have to clean the house? Was dusting a priority when meeting the overlord? The book did say to be kind and described basic good first impressions. 

More importantly: what kind of candles does the dark lord even like? Was that something I should consider? All these concerns are giving me a headache. 

Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe I was actually going to meet Hades.

I decided right then and there: I would have to ask all these questions once I saw him up close and personal. Or she? I'm not assuming anything.

"Ugh, this Satanic crap is giving me a headache. Meeting someone new is difficult, isn't it, Nym?" I coo, scratching his neck. He gives me a yawn in return. Assuming that was encouragement from my cat, and with my curiosity digging into my brain, I decide it's time to solve this mystery once and for all.

I change out of my pajamas and into a pair of black skinny jeans and a pink sweater. I slip on my shoes, grab my keys and wallet, then lock the door behind me.

The Walmart employees must think of me nuts. A twenty-two year old with pale blue hair looking a little too skittish enters the store searching for as many candles as they can find. Totally not strange at all.

After taking twenty minutes to even find the right damn aisle, I encounter another problem.

What the hell kind of scented candle does Satan (or, ahem, Lord of Eternal Darkness) even like?