You hesitated. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be!
Demons do not exist. Isn't that what he told me? So then what in the fucking hell did I "summon"?!
It was the only explanation you could come up with for whatever was happening. Your TV freaking out, and some sort of being communicating through it.
That laughter again, that same, high-pitched laughter. Unhinged. It sent a chill down your back.
I summoned this... this...
Okay, let's say it's actually a demon. In the flesh. A real, live demon. What do I do with it?
The TV screen began to repeat itself again, demanding to be let in. But still you hesitated, even when it was technically your fault that it was even happening in the first place. Your head spun, and you lay a hand on the floor where you sat for support. "How... how do I... let you in...?" you asked out loud, but the being provided no answers. No sort of hint or clue, absolutely nothing. The messages stopped again, waiting for you to figure it out on your own.
But how to release a demon from the TV set was beyond your knowledge.
Still... if it can help me...
Raising a hand slowly, you pressed it against the screen. Even that minor touch sent a shock through your very core, making your hair stand on end out of fear. You weren't exactly sure what, but something had happened.
"YoU LeaRN qUIckLy," came the garbled voice, fading in and out from the screen. Smoke, thick and black and choking, began to pour out of the back of the television. Coughing you took several scrambling steps back and away, though it did you no good: the acrid smoke filled the room quickly.
More laughter, this time not from the screen but rather directly behind you. Something cold and thin pressed to your throat as an arm snaked it's way around your waist. A pair of lips began to trace the outer edge of your ear as they spoke, but the voice was hazy and unstable. As though the sound was glitching in and out of reality, as though it still belonged to the TV. "Now that I'm here, HOw aBOut a LiTtlE FUN?~"
You couldn't stop shaking, terrified that the being would simply slit your throat as a sort of sacrifice.
But it chuckled and pushed you to the floor instead. "Don't be so stupid. I won't kill you... yet," it added, a hint of a smirk in it's tone. From the floor you turned over to get a better look at the demon you had summoned.
At first you were startled; you had always associated demons and Hell itself with the color red, had you not? But this being had violently green hair. He towered over you, lean but not quite scrawny; a telltale sign that he was probably more powerful than you could imagine. But the eyes... they were black. Everywhere.
His grin was wide and a little bit twisted. Waving a blade in his hand, he drew it close to his own throat, as though he meant to cut it himself. "Tell me, my pretty little bitch, why you've summoned Anti. And no lies... I'll know if you're lying~" he cooed in his strange garbled voice. He smiled constantly, body twitching as though keeping control was more difficult than not.
You weren't sure what you were more concerned with: the blade or the being holding it. It clearly wasn't human, but at least definitely a male. Not that it really mattered. But your tongue was glued to the roof of your mouth, leaving you unable to speak.
Anti merely giggled again. "What's the matter? Demon got your tongue?" Just as you feared he took his knife and plunged it into his own throat, the blood pouring from the wound. Hands clamped over your eyes you began to shriek, curled up on the floor. The sight of you made him so, so happy. You would be fun.
(●)~
Soon enough the demon had to slap you across the face to get you to cease the screaming. He was getting a headache. With an aggravated sigh he yanked you up and into a chair. His touch wasn't exactly gentle, but then again, you were dealing with a demon. "ArE yoU FinISheD?" Anti questioned in a mocking tone. Humans were pathetic creatures, but you especially. No wonder you had summoned him for help.
His hands had left bloody prints on your body, things you tried valiantly to ignore, but the sticky feeling was ever present. "What do you want with me?" you asked, unable to control the shaking in your voice. Blood continued to pour from his neck, though he didn't seem like he was on the verge of death.
Can demons even die?
"No. Not like this," Anti spoke with a grin, smearing the blood on his chest. "Are we having fun yet?" he added with a giggle. "YOU summoned ME. So tell me why."
You swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat that had suddenly appeared. You had no friends, and family was a distant thing of the past, so literally no one knew about your plight. You had no one to talk to. And now all of a sudden a creature you had summoned, albeit inadvertently, wanted to know what was going on. The urge to cry was overwhelming. Sighing shakily you looked down at your hands, the floor, everywhere but at the demon before you. Blood continued to pour from his wound, though somehow it never quite reached the hardwood floor. "It... I didn't m-mean to summon y-you, I--"
"Stop stuttering. It's annoying," he spat.
You nodded and tried again. "I... didn't mean to summon you, but... it's my boyfriend. He... he..." Now the tears came, heavy and burning in your eyes, stinging like fire. You buried your face in your hands again and began to sob. There was no effort made to comfort you, not a single word or gesture. Why would there be?
"You want me to drag him to Hell," Anti muttered, grinning. "Gladly... for a price."
"What... kind of... price?" you asked slowly.
"Sending someone to Hell is a double-edged blade," the demon spoke softly, still grinning. "If I drag him to Hell, then you get to go too."
