Taboo Attachment

You've got to be fucking kidding me?

The demon perched in the shadows of your bathroom as he sat on the top of your glass shower door that was firmly shut. His spiraled horns breaching his skull as they pointed towards the heavens they will never belong. His black hair hovered over his crimson-dulled eyes as his fangs remained hidden behind his frown. His skin was grey and a thin, barbed ended tail sung and tapping your shower door ever so lightly that you didn't even take notice. His skin darkened to a pitch, coal-black at his elbows to his hands and from his knees to his feet. Wearing only a cloak tied around his waist that hung loosely off his shoulders, he almost growled.

Why had he suddenly been summoned to a little fucking girl's bathroom that was pitch black dark and covered in scented candles that made his nose burn? His claws black hand covered his nose and mouth, the scent of 'Autumn Leaves' absolutely nauseating. His single ash-grey ring was oddly warm against his skin.

Your scent was young, as your body was fragile and tiny. No older than 13 he guessed. It had been a while since he had seen a human, much less a human child. Wearing a tacky nightgown in the ugliest shade of yellow he had ever seen and socks up to your knee that hid under the length of your gown. Your hair was a mess like you just rolled out of bed. It was just barely brushing your shoulders with its short length.

You held what looked like a well worn down container of lipstick that you had used to scribble on the mirror in front of you. A lame excuse of a spell circle he saw in the uneven shapes and symbols. Lighting your candles on either side of the sink and even on the toilet tower. Was this some stupid prank? Were you a demon in disguise here to just jerk him around with your stupid little half-ass summoning?

You dropped the lipstick into the sink's bowl as you squeaked and covered your mouth, quickly looking at the closed bathroom door. The demon's head followed and watched as nothing happened. His barbed tail whipped as you let out a sigh of relief. You trotted to the door, locking it and flinching with the lock clicked almost too loud. Like it would wake up your parents.

The demon sat perched cupped his cheek in one of his hands, the other still cutting the smell of the candles off from his nose. He almost chuckled. Performing a summoning in secret at balls-ass o'clock behind mommy and daddy's backs and your just now locking the door? God, children were so stupid.

The demon almost spoke up, but he remained silent. Obviously, you didn't know you had already rudely awoken him from his slumber and dragged him here in his sleeping robe. You were completely clueless to the horned and fanged beast right under your nose- rather right above your puny little head.

When you left your sink cabinet, the demon peered some other objects in the sink's bowl. There was a silver bowl, looking cheap and used like it came right out of your mother's baking cabinet (it did). Inside the bowl was all sorts of objects that different demon's could possibly fancy.

A cheapy made and obviously fake stone knife with hardly any edge or point on it. A salt shaker filled with salt with the holed top taped up so none would escape its glass spice prison. A doll that looked like a 45-year-old bling hag and sewed it together for someone she hated. It was too much like a cheap version of a voodoo doll, but hell if you knew that when you decided to add it to your treasure bowl.

The demon also noticed a piece of printer paper taped onto the sink's countertop. Squinting his red eyes to get a better look at the words so far from him, he read your language of course as well as what he could assume was Latin. He's heard it enough as he silently ran the words through his head.

He sat straighter on top of your shower door as he shrugged. Well, he had to give you some credit for trying. Of course, the summoning did work, he wasn't something he really needed to stick around for. This demon- he- was a demon used in trade summoning. Summoning that only need to take place when the summoner will exchange something with the demon in return. Naturally, it wouldn't be a true demon bargain unless there were a few rules the summoner would be forced to obey.