Lucifer's Angels

Prologue

I've always been able to see him, I think that was the scariest part. Even when no one else could. When I would try actually speaking to him he would freak out and disappear, then my friends would explain that there was no one there. I'm not sure when exactly it happened but my best friend started seeing him too. I was asking him why he doesn't talk to me and she asked what his problem is, but the look of horror on his face when she spoke too, I don't think I'll ever forget it.

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It was our first year in secondary school, and Becca was ruining it for my best friend and I completely.
"Can you believe she's going 'round telling people that I like Will? There is no way in hell that I would even think of that fuqboi like that!"
My best friend of all time exclaimed.
"If we just ignore her she'll leave us alone and then find someone else to pick on." I explained calmly.
"I suppose your right" she shrugged, shoving her jacket into her locker more violent than necessary.

Walking through the Street, what we call a dinning hall, people were staring at us in a hushed whisper.
"What do you think that is about" she leaned over to me to say.
"Absolutely no clue" I shrugged it off and went outside to the courtyard. Sitting down, Rose (who might I add was quite popular) started making her way towards us. "So, is it true?" She asked looking at me.
"Is what true?" I questioned genuinely confused.
"That you're gay" she said bluntly.
I was shocked, sure I was Bi but only me and the person sitting next to me knew that.
"Erm no?" I responded but it came off as more of a question but surely she wouldn't notice that.
"Was that an answer or a question?" Shit. "No, I'm not gay." I stated more confident than before.
"Honey, lesbihonest your closet case isn't helping anyone" she replied slyly.
"Sod off, I'm NOT gay" I almost shouted.
"K" was her short response.

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"We're gonna kill Becca" I was seithing, it was sixth period and We decided to skip because believe it or not french is never gonna help us in our lives at all. So, here we were I was pacing and my bestie was sitting on the counter next to the sink. Yes; we are currently hiding in the lady's restroom but that's besides the point.
"What happened to ignoring it" came Layla's sarcastic drawl.
"oh please do shut up." I snapped, silence filled the room.

My pacing became slower and it became more like long glide's from one side of the room to the next. We stayed like this for a while before the girl opposite me broke the peacefulness between us.
"You're being oddly quiet" she muttered.
"One does not plan a murderer outloud" I shot back.
"You do," she poked. "You always describe them very vividly and might I add they are quite brutal." Layla pointed.
"I think I have a plan" I said quietly walking over to the counter and pulling myself up on the other side of the sink and looked down at my feet.
"That's great, what is it" she questioned excitedly.
"We're gonna summon a demon" I replied in a motone voice looking up just in time to see the look of horror on her face.

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"Ok we've done some crazy shit but this is by far the worst idea you've came up with. I mean, do you really believe that we can summon a demon!?" She exclaimed as we got to my house.
"Yes, I do. I've been studying Satan for a while so it probably isn't that hard" I shrugged off her reasoning. "For the sake of our friendship I'm gonna pretend that was a normal sentence" She said. Kicking our shoes off we ran upstairs to my room to go over every possible thing that could go wrong.

We have officially been searching over all my bookshelfs for an hour and have found fuck-all on how to summon a demon.
"It's as if demons don't exist" my best friend moaned from behind me.
I sighed too, this was hopeless, maybe she was right about this being a dumb idea. It must be impossible to summon a demon- wait! "That's it!" I exclaimed running back downstairs to fetch my bag.
"What's it?" She questioned following me down.
I picked it up and rummaged around for my keys to the lockups. Found them, I pulled them out and dangled them Infront of her face.
"Keys? What's so important about them?" I'd lost her.
"Just trust me." I held out my free hand, she took it and we were off speeding down the street only to be stopped when I saw him.