Weirdo

Follia sat at the dining room table, stuffing her face with an array of delectable and steaming hot dishes. She hasn't eaten anything like the food she was now, not for the past two months at least. The bliss she was experiencing was out of this world. It reminded her who gave it to her in the first place. Follia glanced up at the one who had made the food appear onto her table, with just the mention of their names. Truly, this person had a deep connection with the spirit world. She can hear every religious person screaming at her, telling her to throw these items away, and cast out the demon that was in her home. Sadly, she couldn't even if she tried. She admittedly was intimate with one of the seven deadly sins. If one wanted to get specific, it was gluttony. She thought of the risky offer she just made, no less than ten minutes ago.

'It should be fine right? I mean, it's not like he can kill me. In the end, he gets nothing, I win!'

The thought comforted her slightly, even though she tried to make this look like a positive outcome, the morale that was instilled in her since creation gave her a guilty twinge from within.

'This beef dish is good though. Nothing like the fast-food kind I normally eat.'

" Is the food to your liking?"

His voice contained less of the sonorous tone it had before, but it made her jump. The less imposing voice made it feel as if he knew what she was thinking as if he could see right through her soul.

"Yes, it's very delicious... Sire."

"Hahahaha! Then please, keep eating!"

The forced laugh made the subtle urge to stop eating seep into Follia's conscious.

It would be an understatement if she said she felt that the way this person watched her felt the same way a fox watched chicks in a farmyard.

'Do your best, Sire. Because I'm not dying anytime soon.'

She simpered at him, before continuing to fork up perfectly cut beef in red sauce.

***

After that fine meal, Follia lay in bed and stared at the tenebrous ceiling. A part of her told her to lock her bedroom door, but she knew better than to try to keep out the inevitable. Even if she locked the door, if he was who he said he was, she wouldn't stand a chance. Honestly, after the pact they made, she was starting to believe him. There was no physical proof of this pact ever happening, but she could feel him stalking back and forth downstairs, his steps matched with the sound of her beating heart, almost as if it was intentional.

Follia wanted to stay up longer, out of curiosity. To see if he would sneak into her room sometime later and bludgeon or stab her to death, but the comforting weight and warmth of the feast in her stomach, unfortunately, lulled her to sleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs, The sound of even-breathing could be heard.

How many millennia has it been since someone was both strong and foolish enough to summon him directly? Of course, he had a means of connecting with the 'natural' world. It was much easier to fool people if they didn't even know that something was trying to obtain their souls with underhanded tactics. All he had to do was recruit a familiar face, and the masses would follow. Honestly, the girl who summoned him would've been a perfect candidate for small scale enchantments and other errands, but she made such a terrible folly on their first meeting. She threatened his pride. And to top it all off, she doubted his ability to destroy lives at the drop of a dime.

The whole situation was frustrating.

"Silly girl, don't you know that killing haughty mortals is simply a pass-time for me?"

Yet, his mind danced when he recalled how she was able to get back up, less then two minutes after he dealt what was definitely a critical blow.

She may be sleeping now, but the curses he so lovingly placed onto each dish would surely make sure she'd never see day again.

He chuckled inwardly to himself.

Though all his powers weren't there with him yet, he was sure that by midnight, she would cease to exist.

He looked around the room to find the wall-clock.

A pile of dirty dishes which were scattered across the dining table caught his attention, making his brows knit together at the dysfunction displayed.

"How is her home not infested with rodents by now?"

He raised his hand to remove them from his sight-

Suddenly, the booming sound of the grandfather clock in the corner began its chaotic choir of chimes and bells, sounding throughout the house. The girl upstairs stopped breathing and heart-beat flat-lined right on cue.

"Follia Loralei, consider your silent and painless death as an act of mercy. I should've tortured you for the insults that came from your mouth during the short time we met."

There was nothing as gratifying then taking the life of someone with your own hands.

The house became quiet again.

He turned around to leave, passing the cellar door, he stopped. She reinforced her home with such a powerful material, her cellar's filled with a bunch of interesting toys, and I had to kill her twice.

"What a weirdo."