Soup Demon

Soup Demon

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Writing Prompt: The demon stands amid your destroyed kitchen screaming, "How? How were you able to summon me?!" You're standing in the corner flipping through your grandma's cookbook as fast as you can, creaming back, "I don't know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!" I know my cooking skills are bordering on dangerous, but was just soup. What could go wrong with making just soup? How my simple pot of soup turned into a barely dressed demon, coated in blood, and standing in my destroyed kitchen as he yelled at me, I have no idea. Now I have to figure out how to get rid of him, all while hoping he doesn't eat me, or my cat Sir Tuna, in our sleep. At least he's one damn good looking demon.
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"Fuck off!" I yell, storming away. The nerve of that guy. It was a one night stand, I didn't marry him! I grumble as I plop into my car. Why was he being so weird now? Especially after he left like he did... I bite my lip and lean back in my seat, sighing and closing my eyes. And all that blood... He just... Licked it. And he actually... Grunted. Like he liked it. And now the weirdo won't leave me alone... I pull out my cell and see a text message from him. Dammit! Why did I give him my number!? 'You can't hide from me.' It reads. 'Go away you fucking stalker!' I message back. 'But I love you...' I sigh and throw my phone in the back seat. I have to get out of here.

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