The Demon

Chapter One: The Sandwich

*A/N: Ah yes. Tis I. This technically the first time I've posted something on Wattpad(the other time when I was like...twelve doesn't count). I used this as extra credit in school and I foolishly thought 'fuck it, I can survive all the mental breakdowns putting this, a piece of me, on the internet will entail. Feel free to criticize...I think...idk, I'll figure it out. Sorry if I suck or go to fast! I have a habit of doing that. *Awkwardly chuckles while shrugging with a pained face before disappearing into the shadows* I triiiiiied.*

It was a normal day. Just like all before it, and just like he had foolishly assumed those afterward would be. He missed his alarms, as usual, he drank five cups of coffee, as usual, came close to having a mental breakdown before and after lunch(fruit snacks, given to him by his friend Mikkel), avoided Austen Dyhke and his cronies, watched Merlin for two hours while eating ramen after classes, and while up late, decided to make a sandwich, as usual, but that's where it all changed. See, our young lad, Alby Wren, a twenty year old college student with wild untamable dark brown hair, cerulean blue eyes that were seated under a pair of circular spectacles and a slim frame, never found without his hoodie, was studying Latin and the history of cults and how they began. After he had set out his ingredients for the sandwich, placed the ham and swiss cheese(two slices of each, folded in half, and set next to each other), and put just enough miracle whip so that the precise amount of whip was spread evenly across the slice of whole wheat bread, he grabbed the mustard and absent mindedly squirted the condiment onto the sandwich, thus finishing the needed steps to creating the ultimate sandwich. As he was grabbing his plate, he noticed a figure appear out of the corner of his eye. He jumped at the sight of a man, roughly around his age, in a black leather jacket covering a green turtle neck, a pair of jeans and black boots. He had a devilish smile. His hair was a bright orangey color. Wild and curly, it was a wild beast compared to the well kept dressing he had held himself to, and if Alby hadn't just been scared out of his mind, would have likened to a lean cat.

"Heyya, sweetheart. Mind telling me where the heaven I am?"

This did not appeal to poor Alby, who just about had a heart attack at the newcomer.

"W-w-what the...w-who are you?" He managed to squeak out.

"The names Maurice! I seem to have been summoned to your... apartment? Is that what you guys call these?"

"S-summoned?" Alby queried meekly.

"You betcha! What, ya sayin' you didn't mean to send this hot ass to your front door?"

He shook his head. A thought popped into his head amongst the confusion.

"Oh no," he muttered under his breath, looking back at his sandwich.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" The man said leaning his long neck to see behind the other. Alby grabbed his heavenly creation and peeled away the top piece of bread.

"Oh my," The man chuckled darkly, "you really did didn't you?"

On the sandwich, sat an occult symbol.

"No," Alby breathed. "No no no, this can't be happening."

"Sorry kiddo," he started hyperventilating. "but it is."

He rubbed his hands together, eyes widening with panic as the Maurice guy watched in amusement.

"Did I just summon a demon!?"

"Yep!" Maurice watched as a million thoughts rushed through Alby's head. He sighed, walked over, grabbed the kid by his shoulders and shook him.

"Calm it, goddammit! You're gonna be fine."