Chapter Five

Olivia lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the events of the evening in her mind, trying to piece together what had happened. She remembered the fear and confusion she had felt when the demon appeared, the way it had seemed to materialize out of thin air, its eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She sat up, her heart racing, and looked around the room. There was no one there, but the air felt heavy, as if someone was standing right beside her.

Olivia shuddered and lay back down, pulling the covers up to her chin. She knew she needed to do something about what happened. Olivia knows that that is not the last time she is going to see him. She really wanted to do something, but she didn't know where to begin.

As Olivia lay on her bed, her mind drifted to memories of her grandmother. She remembered the way her grandmother's eyes would light up when she talked about her own experiences with the supernatural, and how she would tell Olivia stories of witches, ghosts, and other mysterious creatures. Her grandmother had always been the one person Olivia could turn to whenever she felt lost or confused.

But now, her grandmother was gone, and the weight of that loss was heavy on Olivia's chest. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that she had let her grandmother's teachings lead her down a dangerous path. She wondered if her grandmother would be disappointed in her for what had happened.

Feeling alone and vulnerable, Olivia pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts list, searching for someone she could talk to. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there was no one in her life who would understand what she was going through. Her friends were all skeptical of the supernatural, and they might just end up thinking that she is going crazy.

Feeling more isolated than ever, Olivia curled up under her covers and cried herself to sleep, unsure of what to do next.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and she wiped it away angrily. She refused to give in to despair. She had to find a way to break the demon's hold on her, to rid herself of the problem and the constant feeling of dread that came with it.

Olivia let out a sigh and sat up. She looked around her room and noticed how everything seemed to be in disarray. Her bed was unmade, her clothes strewn on the floor, and her books were scattered on her desk. She knew she needed to get her life back on track and face the demon head-on. She was not going to let it control her life.

With a deep breath, Olivia got up from her bed and headed to the bathroom. She needed a bath, to wash away the grime and sweat of the night, and to clear her mind.

Olivia felt the hot water soothe her aching body as she sank deeper into the tub. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She replayed the events of the night in her mind, wondering how she could have been so foolish as to try a spell she didn't understand. Her grandmother had warned her about the dangers of dabbling in the occult, but Olivia had been too eager to find a solution to her problems. Now she was paying the price.

As she lathered up her hair, Olivia felt a strange pain on her back. She turned around to see if she had brushed against something, but there was nothing there. Curious, she leaned closer to the mirror and examined her back. To her horror, she saw a dark symbol etched into her skin. It was the same symbol she had used in the incantation, the symbol of the demon she managed to summon earlier.

Olivia's heart started to race as she realized the full extent of her situation. She had unwittingly summoned a demon and made a deal with it, and now it had marked her as its own. She knew she had to find a way to break the pact, to remove the mark and free herself from the demon's grasp. But how? She had no idea where to start.

Olivia closed her eyes in frustration and took a deep breath, letting the steam and the scent of lavender from her bath bomb envelop her. She sunk deeper into the water, feeling the warmth penetrate her skin and soothe her aching body. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about the demon and the mark on her back.

As she lathered herself with soap, she noticed the water turning murky, as if the grime from her body was being stripped away. She imagined the demon's mark washing away with the suds, disappearing like a bad dream.

But then she felt a sharp pain on her back, causing her to yelp and jolt upright. She reached for the back of her neck, feeling the raised, raw flesh of the mark. It was still there, pulsing with a strange energy. Olivia felt a chill run down her spine.

Her mind raced, trying to think of a way to break the demon's hold on her. She remembered the incantation that had called the demon forth, but she had no idea how to undo it. She needed help, someone who knew about the occult and the supernatural.

Olivia made a mental note to search for information on how to break a demonic contract as soon as she got out of the bath. She couldn't let the demon win. She had to fight back.

Feeling overwhelmed and helpless, Olivia sunk deeper into the water and let out a deep sigh. She knew she had a long road ahead of her, but she was determined to find a way out of this mess. With renewed determination, she got out of the tub and started to search for answers.

As she relaxed in the warm water, Olivia's mind began to drift. Suddenly, she heard a voice whispering her name, and she bolted upright, heart pounding in her chest. But there was no one there, just the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub.

Shaken, she got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. As she dried off, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and gasped. The mark on her back was glowing, pulsing with a sinister energy that seemed to radiate through her entire body.

Suddenly, she felt a cold breeze blow through the bathroom, and she shivered involuntarily. It was then that she noticed the small, shadowy figure standing in the corner of the room.

"Who are you?" Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

The figure stepped forward, and as it came into view, Olivia realized with a shock that it was the same being she summoned earlier. 

Olivia's heart raced as she stared at the demon prince, who stood before her with an amused expression. She couldn't believe she was face to face with him again, and the realization hit her that he wasn't just any demon but the demon prince himself.

"Azazel?" she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and disbelief.

"Yes, Olivia, it's me," Azazel replied, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Did you forget me already?”