This is based off if a prompt my mom told me, I'm hoping to make this comic on wattpad or tumblr, hope you enjoy this written version of it.
I woke up with a slight pain in my back and neck... Wait, why am I in bed?
"About time you woke up, you lazy beast" the dark, raspy voice said in my mind
"You possessed me and moved me to bed, didn't you?" I asked the demonic voice.
I sat up and grabbed my phone to see what I missed, and boy I missed a lot. While I was checking through my notifications the voice replied
"Yes. You pass out DRUNK in the most inconvenient places and I refuse to have you damage my property by falling asleep all crooked"
**Let me fill you in a bit-The other night when I was drunk off my ass (of course) my friends somehow convinced me and a few others to get our other friend Jacklin to help us summon a powerful demon (for shits and giggles). Jacklin is a mega nerd who's way into the occult and knows all these creepy rituals. She told us that we needed someone to be the "Vessel" and speak to the demon. Being the most drunk out of the group, and least likely to complain, we decided that I would be the perfect human vessel (read: sacrifice) so we got to chanting. And it actually worked. Now I'm bonded to this powerful Tunsdere demon.**
Back to my story.
"Oh god... Why now? Like I don't have enough going on with this satanic asshole in my head?" I groaned and mumbled to myself as I looked at the notification that read 'Get your tampons and heat blankets ready, its Menstrual Time!'
"What happened girl?" the demon demanded.
We've been bonded for a day or so now and I'm starting to learn about my demon. The summoning really weakened him, so he hasn't been able to make me do anything or control my body much beyond moving me across the room into bed. Typical male, he thinks he knows everything, but he hasn't been in the mortal realm in thousands of years and refuses to believe I might know more about the world now than him because I am a "mere female". Everything is witchcraft, because again, I'm a female and couldn't POSSIBLY have access to anything but a dark hut somewhere in feudal England.
"I'm due for my period" I turned off my phone and started getting dressed.
"What does that mean? Is it a test?" the demon asked.
Ugh does he even know anything about humans!
"No, its like, uhm... It's when a female has her monthly uhm.. She goes through a week of pain, bloody underwear, mood swings, and extreme cravings for chocolate and hot wings" I responded.
"You mean your moon time? Absolutely not. I refuse to be any part of that female nonsense. You'll just have to reschedule. What are hot wings??"
I just stared at him, then went back to finding my shoes. He stayed quiet while I finished getting changed then announced
"Mortal"
I turned around to see him, kinda, he was more like a shadowy figure, I hummed for him to continue
"where is your husband, or father. I thought that they must be out traveling but I'm starting to have my doubts and your behaviour is repulsive. Whoever raised you, they have done a horrible job training you to be an appropriate woman."
This made me mad, and he could feel it
"I don't have a husband, my father is alive, its 20 freaking 20 and women have rights and are treated as equals to men, get it?" Geez I'm such a bitch when I'm PMSing. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that I'm the first person he has had contact with in thousands of years, and he's never possessed a female. He looked appalled, like he never thought of women as anything but property, let alone equals.
"I don't believe you. Did he die? Did you run away, you disrespectful child? Who provides for you?? There is no way that any man would allow a young female to wander around unprotected, and act like a man!" He sneered "Women are the weaker sex, and they need a strong male figure to keep them meek and obedient! Next thing you know you'll be telling me that women don't take care of the house and children any more."
He was silent while this new information was processed "there's many thing's that have changed" he spoke, possibly understanding that maybe he doesn't know everything and needs to learn about the world around him once again.
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CasualeJust some writing prompts that I've screen shot and want to see if I should make them into stories. some of the prompts will be from what I found interesting, usually from my parents, and will write about them. If a chapter/short story gets enough v...