Fuck This, Fuck That, Fuck You.

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I watched my little sister go into chemotherapy for what seemed like the billionth time this month.

I knew that she wasn’t going to make it. My mum knew she wasn’t going to make it.

So what was the point of making her through all of this? She was only eleven.

It annoyed me to the most.

I sat with his head down, with tear-filled eyes.

It wasn’t fair.

My shoulders shook with unsettling sobs.

It wasn’t until a hour and a half later until my beautiful little sister came back out, dizzy as ever, with our mother by her side.

"You-You can go home." My angel of a mother sniffled.

I felt so bad for her. She didn’t deserve this.

I solemnly nodded my head.

When I finally got home to my one bedroom apartment, I fell into my bed.

I stared at the wall, emotionless.

I took a deep breath as I thought of something.

Don’t demons deal with stuff like this? 

I laughed and shook my head.

I really am going insane.

But it can’t hurt to try, could it? 

I began doing my research.

I then began researching how to summon a demon.

This thing could save my little sister.

I would do anything for her.

Draw a pentagon and lay in it? 

Seemed easy enough.

And I did it.

~~LUKE’S POV WOWZA~~ 

I felt it.

A human trying to sense a demon.

I laughed humorlessly, what was wrong with these petty humans?

Making deals with the devil’s sidekicks?

But I didn’t care, more souls for me.

I laughed again.

I began running wherever this childish human lived.

When I climbed into the window I seen a scared little boy sitting on I was guessing his bed.

"Hello," My silky voice sent evident chills down his spine.

"H-Hi," He stuttered nervously which obviously made me smirk.

"What do I have to do?" He said.

"Well, darling, the deal is, I do whatever I have to do for your cancer-filled little sister-"

"That’s all I want." He blurted and I shook my head.

"And I come here, every single week for, at most, seven months and take your blood. Until your dead." I grinned evilly.

Even if he objected I could still easily overpower him.

"O-Okay." He whispered.

"Good. Now give me your arm." I reached towards his arm but he quickly retracted.

"Now?"

"Yes now, you foolish human, now give me your fucking arm." I growled and forcefully stuck the needle in his arm, the blood ran through and landed in the jar.

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