Invisible

Chapter 1

Violet looked at the chalk drawing and candles arranged on the floor of the warehouse and sighed, there was no way this was going to work. The times of summoning demons and spirits was long over.  In a world full of the supernatural, everyone was too afraid to use their gifts or show their true selves to the world. It hadn't been so taboo to not be human in the past, but the new church made it clear that all things supernatural were awful, evil, and ugly things meant to be destroyed.  Most magic items and books had been locked away or destroyed , but some people had them hidden in basements and attics or under floorboards, and that was where Violet had found the book of spells and summonings- in her grandmother's attic.  She compared the diagram she had drawn on the floor to the one in the old spell book she had found in her grandmother's collection of books. She wasn't sure if she had set it up right, since summoning demon's hadn't been on anyone's to-do list for a decade or two. She wasn't worried about it not working, hell, she would be surprised if it actually did work. If the spell did work, it wouldn't really matter if she never came back; nobody would even notice that she was gone. Looking down at the book in her hand, Violet started to read the incantation written in it.

"Latus​ ​meum​ ​et​ ​vocavi​ ​te​ ​daemonis​." As she began the chant, the flames from the candles flared up and a gust of wind spun through the empty building. The pentagram seemed to glow faintly, but it was difficult to tell with the light from the candles casting strange shadows. Kneeling on the dusty floor of the warehouse, she continued, "Ego praecipio tibi ut facias." She took a deep breath and started the last part of the spell, "Ego te, diabole, et mandata mea mihi. Mea egredietur, et obsecrationes faciunt usque in finem. Iam ego hunc faciat!" Violet's breathing was slightly labored by the end of the incantation and she was slightly disappointed in herself.

She was supposed to be yelling by the end of the spell, but she had barely managed to get her voice above what most most people would consider a normal tone. Violet had tapped her foot impatiently and started to pack everything up after a few minutes of silence. As she picked up the candles and brushed the salt around the summoning circle away, an unfamiliar voice echoed through the warehouse.

"When I heard that summons, I honestly didn't think that it would be someone like you." Violet furrowed her brow at the man as he continued to talk, "I was expecting an old lady or a mouse or something like that." His eyes ran up and down Violet's body, "Certainly not some young girl who should be perfectly capable of yelling."

Violet was stunned into silence, "Who the hell are you?" she demanded despite the creeping suspicion clawing at the back of her mind. A suited man emerged from the shadows of the warehouse stopping just before she could make out his face.

"Oh, come on." he tilted his head, a cocky smirk taking over his hidden features, "I thought you were smarter than that, especially after pulling off a full summoning." Violet's jaw dropped as her creeping suspicion became fact and she realized that the book wasn't a fake. She had just summoned a demon and given him free reign over her soul.  Her heart beat at a panicked rate as she watched him stand in front of her. Before she could turn and run for her life, the man disappeared. Violet looked around the warehouse frantically for a sign of him but found nothing.  He reappeared inches away from her and she flinched and took a small step back.  Before she could retreat further, a clawed hand had curled itself around the back of her neck and another hand was placed on her forehead.

"Sorry about this," the demon chuckled remorselessly, "But I don't think that you're going to tell me what you were so desperate to sell your soul for." Seconds later, Violet was reliving her entire life.

She was five again, watching a dark coffin being lowered into the ground. She was six, watching her classmates laugh and play together. She was eight next, sitting alone in an empty classroom with sunlight streaming through the window beside her, a book open on the desk in front of her. Then Violet was twelve, staring solemnly at an open locker overflowing with papers covered in cruel words. She was fourteen next, locked in a bathroom stall checking her face in a small mirror to make sure that the bruises were hidden from her mother's eyes. She was fifteen again, watching her mother throw away a pile of sweet sixteen magazine cutouts and plans months before her sixteenth birthday. Then she was eighteen, staring out at a crowd of unfamiliar faces from a wooden stage, searching for someone that she knew. She was twenty next, running into a bathroom at work with a sick feeling hanging in her stomach after being ignored in a staff meeting again. She was suddenly brought back to a year ago when she was coming home for Christmas to hear her mother talking to her aunt in the kitchen, "She has no friends and hardly talks to anyone, it's a miracle she hasn't killed herself yet."

Her aunt responded, "It's like she doesn't even want to live anymore, she might as well have sold her soul." Violet stumbled away from the kitchen doorway, stepping back to the warehouse. Warm tears ran down her cheeks uncontrollably. It was hard to breath and she clutched at her chest as she crumpled to the floor, heart pounding.

'Why did this have to happen now,' she thought, 'in front of some demon.' Violet's thoughts dissolved into disjointed sentences flying through her head. Dirt from the warehouse floor clung to her clammy hands and she felt a bead of sweat roll down her back. She blinked as her vision wavered and the demon standing in front of her blurred into the background. The world came into focus and she stared at the floor, watching her tears fall onto the dirt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry." Violet mumbled the words over and over again as the demon watched. He stood before her with a curious expression as he watched her break down.

"Well damn." He knelt in front of Violet, "You've got some serious emotional baggage." Violet watched through panicked eyes as he leaned forward, flinching slightly as he wrapped his arms around her.

She froze and her hands shook uncontrollably as her heartbeat sped up even more, "W-what are you doing?" A million thoughts rushed through her head in a flood of questions.

"Isn't it obvious," he scoffed and pulled away to stand up, "I gave you a hug."

"Why would you do that?"

"Your heart rate was up and you weren't breathing well, I just got here and I can't have the person I might make a contract with die because they have anxiety issues. Humans are supposed to like hugs right? They're comforting or some shit." He shrugged nonchalantly and looked down at Violet.

Violet stared back at him in shock, not quite registering what he had just said, "What did you just say?"

"About that," he grinned unapologetically, "I skimmed through your memories, and along with some other fascinating things that we will definitely talk about later, I found out that you decided to sell your soul so that you could have a someone who loves you?" Violet hesitated, looking down at the ground.

"I-I guess so," She spoke in a whisper, ashamed that she was so desperate for someone to talk to that she was willing to sell her soul.

The demon was silent for a moment before he finally spoke, "Well I guess this is why I was pulled into this deal, it's pretty much perfect for me." He started to pace and Violet sat on the floor, her head aching. She stood up slowly and walked over to the bag she had brought to carry the candles and other stuff.

She had grabbed it and started to walk out of the warehouse when the demon appeared in front of her, "No, stay there, you're not going anywhere until I've decided what I'm going to do," the demon ordered her. Violet watched him pace relentlessly for a moment and decided that after he had dug through her memories, it was probably best if she did as he said. She clenched her fists, annoyed that she was letting him control her so easily through her own memories and fears.

Her arm itched and she scratched at it absentmindedly. When the itching got worse she glanced down at her arm and was shocked to we black lines sketching an intricate pattern on her forearm. Her gaze shot over to the demon to see the same lines inked onto the skin of his arm. She watched him stop pacing and walk towards her.

He grinned as he approached, "Guess what?" The demon stopped in front of her and she took a wary step back. "You're looking at your new best friend." 

Okay! So this is the first chapter of the new Invisible!  I hope everyone likes it and feel free to comment what you think about it.  thank you for reading!