Who are you?

"This- this isn't right..."

The idea of summoning a completely different being never occurred to Follia before, but now it was the only thing she could think about.

Upon closer inspection, Follia noticed the King of death and destruction she had wanted to summon looked nothing like the illustrations.

His aura was overwhelmingly angelic, attempting to force Follia's consciousness to veneration. Each movement was deliberate as if he was performing a delicate dance, intricately weaving, and surrounding all mortals or immortals before him.

His deep green eyes seemed to be the only light in the room, and they watched her with a void expression.

Jet black hair,

porcelain like skin.

The horrific face that gave her a chill right before death was just a mask. Surely, this wasn't who she meant to summon. So, that left only one question to ask,

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Follia was taken aback by the powerful echo of her voice, then, she realized it was just the pretty-boy poser, snapping back into reality from whatever dimension he traveled to while she was deep in thought. Just in time to ask the same question.

"I asked first."

The pretty-boy shook his head, then stood up.

"Tell me, are you some Witch testing out some new elixir of immortality?"

"I didn't make or drink any elixirs..."

"A deity, a messenger, or have you summoned me to avenge a loved one?"

The girl sat under his piercing gaze, no at all amused by the suspicions he expressed. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to be doing all the questioning?

'I've summoned you to be disappointed apparently...'

It was going to be morning soon, Follia grimaced at the fact that in just a few hours she was going to be sitting in a noisy classroom, surrounded by people she didn't know or care about. Honestly, she could skip school, easily. Breaking a leg or getting bowel destroying food poisoning was nothing in the grand scheme of things. But, her low pain tolerance... it always forced her into the those school gates!

"Aha! You wished for me to have your soul, making you... my servant!"

Follia got to her feet.

She was significantly shorter than the one standing before her, but that wasn't her top priority.

Her brows knitted as she pieced together what he was.

"I don't need an incubus as my master...gross."

She wasn't sure if her assumption shocked or angered him and she didn't care.

She needed to take a shower, disinfect her wounds, and figure out how to hide the incredibly suspecious circles under her eyes.

She had stayed up all weekend preparing for this? She really must've gone mad.

Follia turned to leave, she would have to find time to fix this later. She'll just lock him in the basement until she got back from school.

" I didn't dismiss you slave. Where are you going without a pardon?"

The temperature in the room turned frigid, reminding Follia of the feeling of almost dying.

"You're not expecting me to wait on you, are you?"

The condescending tone showed that he was seriously expecting her to treat him like a god. The audacity of some people.

"What else would a servant do?"

"I don't know how I messed up and got you, but you can go back now, I'll find someone else to take my soul."

The smug look on his face vanished.

"You gave it to me."

"I said you could have it if you managed to kill me. Since you didn't I-"

"I just have to make sure you never get up, right?"

As Follia processed what he said, a sharp sounding object sounded through the room and her blood ran cold.

"I'll just dice you into tiny pieces!"

Follia's eyes widened.

Surely, no one would joke like this. Right?

Before Follia was able to look at him, to see if this was some type of joke, she instinctively turned around and took flight up the basement steps.

No, she wouldn't die from being 'diced into tiny pieces', even if she was thrown into a wood-chipper death was always avoidable. She had tried almost every cruel and unusual death out there, but all she got was an excruciatingly painful experience.

The pain from the wound on her hand was enough to make her want to stop and ululate in agony, but she didn't have time for that at the moment.

Follia turned a sharp corner and slammed the basement door shut, locking it behind her.

She could feel his momentum break as he hit the door, shaking the frames on the wall.

She took in a deep breath.

The banging on the door continued.

He wasn't getting out anytime soon. The door was made to keep anything evil out, or in this case, in. Though she was dumb enough to try summoning Satan, she wasn't dumb enough try it without precautions.

She had prepared enough tailisman to even keep the devil at bay.

A demonic growl shook the door and she backed away from it.

Now that she was safe, she had less then thirty minutes to get to school before first period started.