Be My Friend

Chapter 8: Angel of Death

After writing my welcome and taking some calming breaths, I take a large sip of my drink then begin the summoning. I sit cross-legged with Nym in between my legs-fast asleep.

"Alright. Here goes nothing." I say to myself and take a deep breath. "I, Mason Walker, owner of this house, welcome thee Lucifer, or um... Dark Lord of the Underworld, into this residence." I pause and hiccup. "Um, please?" I trail off with a smidgen of uncertainty. My voice echoes off the walls and into the dark.

After silently (and patiently) waiting for two minutes and listening only to the sound of Nym, he suddenly stops purring and props open one eye. A cold chill sweeps down my neck as he jerks upward and stares at the darkness ahead of me. He lets out an eerie mew and backs up into my chest.

"Nym, baby, what're you doing sweetie?" I ask tentatively. His claws dig into the flesh underneath my jeans and I have to pry him off my lap. The flames of the candles flicker and the Angel candle goes out. If I wasn't so scared I'd probably laugh.

"I've never really liked the smell of vanilla." A deep velvety voice comes from the corner of the room and I hug my knees to my chest, sobering up a little. It's deathly silent for a good whole minute before I have the courage to say anything.

"U-um, well, uh, me neither but, you know..." I choke out. Beads of cold sweat begin to form on my forehead.

It's silent for another moment and for a few seconds I think I might just be hallucinating or really drunk-either one would be believable, but I can't remember smoking any weed before this. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't who really knows anymore-not me. 

"Why have you summoned me, mortal?" He spits, "Especially if there were many other demons to choose from. And I was in an important business meeting." That sultry snake-like tone seemed to smother the deafening silence altogether. 

If I didn't know any better I'd say he sounded insecure. Yeah, clearly I didn't know any better. I squint my eyes in the pitch blackness but am unable to see fuck all.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," I answer timidly with a shrug of my shoulders. Nym begins hissing as I hear heavy thuds of footprints approaching the spot I was sitting on.