"How did you get in here?! Who are you?!"
The man seems confused by the human's apparent fear. After all, she summoned it, didn't she? Why was she acting that way?
He steps out of the tiny closet space, freeing his muscles from that wooden confinement. Moving his arms and back to stretch, the stranger replies:
"I have unlimited access to anything that concerns you. And... Well, you know who I am, so I didn't understand the purpose of your question."
Shandra takes great care that her indignation does not draw her mother's attention as she inquires:
"What?!"
He just laughs.
"I like the role you are playing. It's fun. But you should be more cautious about your idea of recreation. For a second, I really thought you had no idea who I am."
The young woman is so wide-eyed and her breathing so loud that he laughs. Then the unknown man takes a good look at the posters and occult objects in the room, approaching the crystal ball.
"Interesting. Do you also have the gift of clairvoyance?"
Contemplating the girl's silence, he turns to understand why she has not responded. Shandra quickly goes to her pillow and pulls a dagger from under it, growling menacingly.
"Listen here, man!" She tries to speak loudly, but not too loudly, so as not to attract her mother's attention. "If you don't leave right now, I'm going to chop you up. So I think you better get the hell out right now!"
The man just raises an eyebrow, totally disinterested.
"Don't tell me I didn't warn you!"
Shandra had never hurt another human being before, although she contemplated various ways to torture Sasha when it took away her peace in unimaginable ways. She was not a violent girl, although the spell books might indicate otherwise.
Well, now it was her life that was at stake. If she did nothing to stop the invader, who could she count on to protect herself?
She was alone in the world once again.
Running towards the man's large muscular chest, she kept her hand steady as she picked the place that seemed most vulnerable and stuck the blade straight and sharp.
Only to be stopped soon after.
His hand was extremely strong and powerful. He held the tip of the dagger like a bath sponge. Shandra gasps.
"Why are you doing this?"
His voice is not irritated, angry or furious. Just curious and disappointed.
"Why did you want to attack me?" he insists, removing the blade from her hand and kneading it into his own fist. Crumbs; mere fragments and useless bits fall to the ground - all that is left of Shandra's only weapon.
She steps back, startled, and sits down on the bed.
The man steps forward.
"You don't know who I am, really?"
The fear in her eyes is enough for him to realize that yes, she is not faking it.
"Oh, great."
Sighing dramatically, deciding not to get too close so as not to make the little witch despair and try something stupid yet again, the enigmatic figure wearing human skin sits down on the ground, right on top of what's left of the dagger. Tiny embers appear around him like an aura of fire.
Shandra remains motionless, unable to take in all that madness.
"Allow me to introduce myself, then, and apologize for such unnecessary confusion."
His voice is calm and placid, like that of a company boss or a history professor before explaining the subject. Piggling before he begins, he says:
"I have many names. None of them are my real ones, for obvious security reasons. However, for a few ages now I've liked to be called Sam."
The girl remains in the same place, listening to the words of the stranger who calls himself Sam.
"Although I appeared to you only today, I have been watching you for some time. Your invocation a few months ago worked out well, little witch. My congratulations."
"... What?" she whispers, barely believing her own eyes and ears. That could only be a delusion, perhaps a dream.
"Why, are you going to say you don't remember now? A few moons ago, in this very room, you performed an invocation ritual. Do you remember?"
Most of the things Shandra did were out of pure experiment and curiosity. She didn't even really believe in the magic of the spells and notes she kept in her secret notebook. It was all a hobby, more than anything.
Now this stranger was saying that one of those pranks had worked?
She might start laughing with nervousness, if it weren't for Sam's serious tone as he related in detail:
"I picked up a pure energy of anger, contempt, pain and anguish when you cut your own finger and dripped the blood on the magic circle. You called out one of my names, wishing that I would take revenge on your enemies and bring you the strength you needed to overcome your own adversities."
The girl says nothing. He continues:
"Although I still don't know what happened that particular night, I can get an idea of what you are up against. So you mixed the residue of your blood with the magic powder used in the ritual and kept it in your locket."
By reflex, Shandra touches the bronze-colored pendant that he would not take off his neck at all, not even to take a bath.
Yes, he was absolutely right. The invocation ritual, however, was more of a desperate way to deal with the oppressive reality more than anything.
Sam scratches his head as he says:
"I had a hard time maintaining a physical form to communicate with you. There was something blocking me, and no matter how hard I tried, I had no success whatsoever in getting you to see or hear me. But tonight you wished for me to appear, you asked with all your might. And here I am."
Shandra opens her mouth once to speak, then gives up. This was extraordinary, fantastic, and absolutely dangerous.
But if he really was the creature she had summoned months ago...
"So you are a..."
Horns appear on his head, black and gold. A pair of wings also grow on his back, with black feathers like those of a raven. His fire-colored eyes glow like two fireplaces, a smile is drawn on his cynical face.
"A demon. Yes."
Shandra finally manages to make a move: she slowly gets up from the bed, and with slow tortoise-like steps, slowly approaches the unimaginable demonic figure in front of her.The tiny firefly-like embers are still around him, and delighted and amazed, the girl realizes that none of them fall to the ground or even come close to burning the floor.Sam seems to be proud of himself to see the young girl's reaction. Then he makes the wings and horns disappear, returning to the inside of the back and head. The eyes also take on their ordinary appearance again."My goodness," she says, assessing the man from head to toe. There is still awe in her attitude, but also genuine admiration."Are you really as surprised as you appear?""I am. You're not very good at detecting emotions, are you?""Only the most primitive ones. Fear. Hatred. Anger. Passion."He says the last word lewdly and purposefully provocatively, blinking one of his eyes. The girl instantly turns red.Sam ignores the girl's wave
Sam immediately gets to his feet and looks at the door. Shandra also gets up from the bed, feeling chills once again, but for completely different reasons now.The voice of the young girl's mother enters in tandem with her father's, also shouting and cursing."Are they wanting to beat you up because you've been missing all day?" He asks loudly."Sssssh! They can hear you!" Whispers the girl.Sam makes a negative sign with his head."People only hear me if I want them to hear me. Everything is under control, don't worry."The door is almost going down. Shandra's father shouts once again, his pasty voice indicating that he is drunk as usual."YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN."The girl knows she should be armored against that kind of verbal violence that is so unnecessary. Most of the time, it was as if the words went in one ear and out the other.But that particular day was the most difficult one she had ever faced. It was incredibly challenging to listen to that mountain of curse
"What have you done?!" Shandra screams, panicking, looking at her mother collapsed on the floor. She immediately drops the phone and runs to her.Sam replies with absolute calm and fullness"I didn't do anything.""How did you not do anything?! Mom!" The young woman shakes her genitor quickly, and then puts her hand on her wrist to feel her heart rate. It seemed faint."I already told you I didn't do anything.""She just fell down and passed out in front of me, don't tell me that was going to happen one way or another!""Fine. I won't tell."The way Sam spoke, full of reassurance while panic stretched into every brain cell in Shandra, made her even more nervous and prone to outburst.Making a decision, the girl rushes to the phone once again, finally managing to make the emergency call. Panicked, she explains that her father fell down the stairs, her mother probably had a heart attack, and gives the address right away.About ten to twelve minutes later, a shrill siren is heard. Shandr
The stranger smells like cinnamon, elderberry and plant leaves, and probably some medicine. His breath is strange too, like he's chewing tobacco, smoking or something.The girl is about to cringe, telling him to stay away from her, but the stranger's blue eyes change for a second... Showing the true color of fire that makes them so beautiful and intense.Sam.Shandra opens her mouth, completely shocked. He had changed completely! How had he done that?Immediately she cracks a smile of recognition, hugging "Uncle" tightly."Hi, Uncle! I'm glad you got here so quickly. My parents are in the emergency room!"She explains to him what happened, repeating the story of the call. It's amazing how well she can lie, even though she was following specific information."Let's go see your parents right away. Let me just talk to the receptionist."Shandra had no idea how he managed to pull off that incredible physical transformation, much less how he got an ID card. After a few minutes of filling o
His eyes are so bright that it is almost impossible to stop looking at them. But what is most striking is what the two irises seem to be trying to hide.There is some feeling, some emotion hidden behind the seemingly compassionate gaze. If she wasn't so sleepy and her mind so tormented, Shandra would probably try to unravel this information in a subtle way.Sam placed one of his hands on her shoulders and said in a low, velvety tone:"You need to rest."She makes a positive sign with her head. His breath has a distinctive smell, warm and woody.With surprising delicacy, the demon takes the girl on his lap and places her on the bed. He then joins her, careful not to seem too invasive or intrusive."Close your eyes now.""Wait," she murmurs.Sam straightens up in bed and asks:"What is it?"Shandra seems to think for a moment about the easiest way to ask that question:"My parents... Are they going to be okay?"Yes, she heard the doctor say that the condition was irreversible. But she h
The cemetery has almost no people.Apart from a few distant relatives, such as practically unknown cousins, one or another colleague and close friend, and, of course, the officiant himself, who was responsible for the funeral and burial of the poor couple.Wearing a black overcoat, as well as thick, fuzzy tights of the same color and matching boots, Shandra walked arm in arm with Sam, who wore the same old white skin, thinning beard and unsettling eyes. No one dared to talk to him or ask where he knew the girl from.It was a cold autumn Sunday, but in the girl's heart, it was winter. After crying non-stop for the past two days, she had chosen to use tranquilizers on the day of the funeral. She didn't want to make a scene in front of anyone.Shandra looks at the company next to her. Sam stares at her, the orange blotches that make up his irises are as serious as ever, but without that familiar teasing touch.It was the girl's idea to call him to the funeral. She just said she would fee
When the demon sealed the promise between them, that they would be together for all eternity, besides the burning heat that the medallion caused on Shandra's skin, she also felt goose bumps all over her body.The girl's heart raced inside her chest, and her wide eyes stared directly into Sam's always calm and impassive expression.Shandra's voice sounded hoarse and difficult:"What have you done?""What does it sound like I did?""... Did you say you would be with me forever?""Not just said, my dear."The way he calls her my darling makes the skin on her arms shiver even more. Sam reaches out his hand to her and helps her stand."I am here to protect you. And I'm willing to spend eternity doing that.""But-"He immediately places his index finger under his lips, asking for silence."Not here. The dead hear and see everything we say, you know. We're not in safe territory."Shandra then finds herself being firmly but lovingly pulled so that she begins to walk. In total silence, they bo
Sam doesn't know how or when, but he managed to find him.Making a short list of possible mistakes he could have made, the demon looked at Shandra. The human looked dazed and lost, and to tell the truth, he didn't blame her for that.If it were Sam in Shandra's place, he wouldn't be doing so well either."Visit? Visit from whom? What do you mean by that?""Pay close attention to what I'm going to tell you now, do you hear me? It's crucial that you listen to every word I'm going to say now."The way the demon speaks that, with all the seriousness in the world and sounding really anxious or even afraid, causes the girl's tremors to surge.Since she had nothing to say in front of that, only to feel and think, the man with fair skin and dark hair speaks:"In my world, just as in yours, there are rules and conventions. And demons who do not follow them may be subject to eventual punishment."The girl is paralyzed, straining not to come out asking hundreds of questions per second. He contin