Helping a boy

With bruises all over his body, a boy with curly brown hair ran into his room, slamming the door shut. He sat on his bed, hugging his knees with tears running down his face.

"You will pay for this! Just you wait!" The boy mumbled between the sobbing.

After a few hours, the Boy got off from his bed, resolutely walking over to his closet, taking out an old-looking wooden box. He quickly shoved it into his backpack and went down to the kitchen. The house was dark and quiet, his aunt would not return from overseas for another whole week, so the Boy was all alone. He looked through a few drawers!

"I'm sure i saw them somewhere here!" He said, scratching his head.

Opening the last drawer, he found what he was looking for. He quickly put the candles and matches in his bag and walked to the front door.

When he stepped in front of the door, he looked up into the starry night sky and took a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad?! I hope you can forgive me but i have to do something stupid again!" The boy whispered before he walked over to an old garage where his late parents' car usually is. He was so angry when his Aunt sold it. He had so many memories of him and his parents chatting and laughing when they made a weekend trip or even just when they picked him up from school.

Hesitantly he inserted the key into the lock and turned it. When the door was open and he turned on the light, the memory of him helping his dad change the wheels and his mom calling them for lunch flashed in his head. The boy shook his head. 'No this is not the right time!'

He placed emptied his backpack on the floor, placed five candles all around the garage. He then opened the wooden box that contained an old book bound in black worn leather and skipped the first few pages till he reached a picture. He picked up a piece of red chalk from the things he had in his bag and connected the candles with straight lines like in the picture in the book.

The lines formed a pentagram. Now he lifted each candle and drew a symbol before placing the candles on top of the symbols.

"Okay, that looks good! So what was next?" He grabbed the book and read the next side.

"For a successful summoning, an offering is needed. For the best result use souls or blood! Now place the offering in the bottom part of the circle and start the ritual!" The boy read.

He opened the page with the ritual and placed a little cup in the bottom part. He pulled a knife out of the wooden box and a few patches, and hesitated to cut his finger.

"Come on Fynn! Come on! You can do that!" He closed his eyes as the knife got closer to his finger.

"OUCH!" He screamed out unwillingly when he felt a stinging pain in the thump he wasn't aiming for. He quickly dropped a few drops of his blood in the cup and patched his thump.

He hurriedly went over and got the last things he had prepared and placed them next to his blood.

"With this, everything is prepared. I will summon a strong demon and then i get my revenge!" He said confidently and grabbed the book.

"O de...deamo...daemonium ab inferno..... e... ego voco te!?" He read trying to pronounce the words correctly.

-Nothing-

"Uhmm deamonium ab inferno... ego voco te?" After repeating the sentences a few more times, Fynn, disappointed, put the book back into the box and was about to blow out the first candle when it extinguished itself and the summoning circle gave off a faint glow. The lights start to flicker and the small garage was filled with the smell of sulfur.

Fynn stumbled back and landed on his butt when he saw a tall figure with wings in the summoning circle.

"Why did you summon me?" Ben asked in a loud voice.

"Uhm i.... i..." Fynn tried to answer but could not end the sentence because he was so afraid.

"Do you want power? Money? Or just a girlfriend?" Ben asked annoyed.

"P.. Power yes." The boy said, finally getting up. With a snap of his fingers, Ben let a pen and a scroll appear and wrote something down before handing it to the boy. Fynn hesitantly reached out for the scroll and took a look at it, but he could not read what Ben wrote on it.

"The middle-rank demon saarog will help the summoner to get stronger until the summoner decides it is enough!" Ben explained the contents of the contract.

The boy looked at Ben, back to the contract and back to Ben.

"Sign!" Ben said in a loud voice and threw the pen at the Boy's feet, which startled him.

Fynn picked the pen up, and signed, not noticing Ben's sinister grin. He picked up the cup of blood and downed it and looked at the other offerings and was dumbfounded.

'Milk and cookies? Am i Santa clause?" Ben rolled his eyes.

"So... so was that all?" The Boy asked shyly.

"Yes! The contract is made! We can start whenever you want!" Ben grinned. He knew that demon blood could mutate people, but he never tried, but now seems to be the time. Ben never said to give him a simple workout or what he would do when they were not working on Fynn's strength.

"Can... uhh can we start tomorrow morning?"

"Yes come here in the morning and we will start!"

The Boy immediately said his goodbyes and left the garage, maybe it was a little too much for him.

When Ben didn't hear any sounds from the Boy anymore, he also left the garage and flew high into the sky. In the distance, he could make out an abandoned building perfect for experiments.

Ben circled above the town for a few minutes to find the perfect victim.

Another ten minutes later he saw a man in an empty street walking seemingly drunk.

'Perfect' With that thought Ben flew down and grabbed him like a big bird catching a mouse. With one arm around the man's chest and the other to hold his mouth shut, Ben used his tail to tie his legs together when his trashing about became too annoying. Ben flew into the top floor of the building and placed the man down.

Ben immediately bit his finger and pushed it into the man's mouth.

"What was that? HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! Do you even know who ARGH.... AHHHHH....." The man screamed in pain as the mutations began.

Ben didn't bother watching the transformation and sat in a corner throwing a cookie in his mouth he got from Fynn. Ben got up and walked over when the screaming stopped the man looked exactly like he was before there were no changes and he was currently asleep.

*SLAP* "mhmmm" With a swift tail slap to the face the man woke up.

"Interesting!" Ben touched his chin and squatted down next to him.

His iris is now white and the sclera is black, but the rest looks completely like before. Ben already knew what the man was now. In some worlds, they count as demons and in others just as cursed ones.

"HAHAHA! Good, this is really good!" Ben laughed satisfied. The man did not say anything, he just watched Ben as if he was waiting. So Ben tried to command him.

"Jump out of the window!"

"Yes, my lord!" The man answered in an emotionless tone and got up to walk to the window.

"Stop!"

'Maybe this could be useful in the future.' Ben thought and slightly wagged his tail.

"Do what you want to do for now!" Ben wanted to know if he would go on a rampage or live his life normally again. To Ben's surprise, he did the latter Ben followed him to a small house not far from the building he brought him. It would be annoying to follow him and collect the souls.

When he saw the lights of the house go out again, where the man disappeared into Ben flew up again.

'Now it is time to collect a few souls!' Ben thought when he saw a couple doing it in the park behind a bush. But Ben was a nice demon, so he waited for the couple to finish.

*Clap, clap, clap* "Would you care if i join in?"

"Who is there? This is not the right place for a cosplaying pervert!"

"A pervert?" Ben walked closer and grabbed the man by his neck, lifting him up while the woman started to scream. Quickly, Ben twisted the man's head to the back and grabbed the woman. Ben ended it with a claw slash to her throat. Suddenly there was dazzling light!

"HALT! Stand still pervert! Police!"

'OH damn it! That's too soon!' Ben pointed his finger at the man in uniform, shot him with a lightning strike, and quickly flew off. There was a second man yelling something, but Ben could not understand him anymore. Ben just left, he did not know what bullets would do to him so it was better to make sure not to get hit. Actually, Ben was surprised he didn't see the second man.

Ben flew to another part of the city and found a group of young men molesting a woman.

"NO! Please leave me alone!"

"Hahaha! Come on you want it too, right?" The man grabbed her shirt and ripped it off. At that moment, Ben landed behind her.

"Oh, shit...." The three men said simultaneously.

Ben grabbed the woman and placed her on a rooftop.

"Wait here, I teach them a lesson!" Ben came back after not even 2 minutes.

"They won't bother you again!" Ben said to the young black-haired woman as he sat down on the chimney.

"Re.. Really?"

"Don't worry! Should i fly you home?"

"Ah, no! I don't want to bother you!"

"Bringing home beautiful ladies is never a bother to me! Hold on tightly!" Ben said with a smile when he got down from the chimney.

Ben awoke in the morning to a noise he had not heard in a long time.

*Beep beep beep*

"hmmm was this just a dream?"

"Good morning! Get up! i have to go to work!"

"AHHH shit! Okay, i get up!" There was it again, the uncomfortable feeling of sleeping on the back. When Ben tried in the abyss before to sleep on his back, his wings and tail would go numb so he would normally sleep on the side.

Ben just got dressed and flew out of the window, not bothering to say goodbye. Ben flew into a small shop and ignored the people watching and filming him. He casually walked up and down in the shop and went to the old man behind the counter.

"You there! Sell me something of your best magic crystals!" Ben Said loudly for everyone to hear.

"I.... I am sorry, but i don't even know what you're talking about!" The man answered, looking at a loss.

"Damn it!" With that, Ben walked out. When everyone thinks he is a cosplayer, why not act like he would take it too seriously. He actually was in the shop to secretly fill his storage with snacks.

He walked behind a corner and took off again flying to the garage of the young Boy.

When Ben landed, he could see Fynn coming out of the house carrying a plate with eggs and bacon on it.

"Are you still sure you want to do this?" Ben asked as the boy reached the garage.

"Yes!" The boy answered confidently.

Ben bit his thump and shoved it into the boy's mouth and catches the plate with the food when the boy, screaming, falls to the ground.

"No pain, no gain!" Ben enjoyed his food while Fynn was rolling on the ground in pain.

"That was a good breakfast little one!" Ben placed the plate on the ground and flew off again; he thought he could use the time Fynn was asleep.

It was already dark when the boy woke up.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Fynn asked, staring angrily at Ben with his new demonic eyes.

"Test your new power." With that, the boy did some push-ups, sit-ups, ran up and down, and carried rocks the size of a car tire.

"Enough?" Ben asked

"Yes! This is even more than i wanted!" The boy smiled happily.

With these words, a summoning circle appeared under Ben. The contract was fulfilled.

After Ben was gone, Fynn heard in the news about missing people, a woman who claimed to have sex with a demon, dead bodies found in town, and a train that derailed midday.

Ben was happy he gathered 215 souls just from his weekend trip.

[Status]

Name: Ar'ath.... Saarog (Ben)

Race: Middle-Rank Demon 1

Power: 1640

Magic: 120

Souls: 295

[Craft]