The Summoning pt. 2

I watched little Kayla grow throughout the years. The little girl that managed to summon me, one of the most powerful demons from hell, to protect her from her abusive father. Til this day, I couldn’t understand the draw she had on me. The need to protect her. 

Her father changed dramatically after that night. The insignificant worm never drank again, never raised his hand against her or her mother. But I saw the damage he already created. While Kayla excelled in school, graduating at the top of her class, she began to hang with the wrong crowd. The wrong crowd brought the wrong boyfriend.

I used to appear to them when she first started dating. Something she didn’t appreciate. Apparently, me threatening them to make sure they treated her right was something I shouldn’t have done. So this time, I just sat and watched. 

I was watching the night he cheated on her and I salivated at the thought of breaking him. Destroying the one who dared to hurt my Kayla. That night I waited for her to summon me, my anticipation higher than it’s ever been, but it never came. I watched as she packed to leave him but he refused to let her go.

Locked in the bathroom, crying on the floor, I knew it was coming, but still she didn’t summon me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I went to her.

“Kayla,” I whispered.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. I waited for her to speak, to say something, but all she could do was weep.

“Why do you endure this? Why not summon me?”

“I love him,” she whispered.

“No, you think you do. This is not love. This is abuse. Again.”

“I thought maybe demons were controlling him and I could get through to him.”

“Yes, child. Demons are attached to him, but they only stoke the flames of what is already in his heart. He is no good for you.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.

“I will break him,” I answered. “Break him for what he’s done to you.”

“No, please. Don’t hurt him.”

Banging on the door stole my attention.

“Kayla, come out so we can talk!”

I gritted my teeth but stayed my hand.

“Do you want to leave this place? The demons are whispering violence into his heart.”

She sat there for minutes, thinking of what to do. What was best for her, then she nodded.

“Then open the door. I will not harm him if that is your wish, but I will show myself to him so that you can leave.”

I thought she was foolish, but I abided by her wishes, after all, who could deny the wishes of something so precious?

I watched as she unlocked the door and stepped back. It flung open, and there he was. The boy that was hurting her. I wanted to rip him open and feed on his entrails, instead I glared at him and uttered one word.

“Move.”

He stood in place, the demons attached to him cowering in my presence. They knew of me, they knew what I was capable of. I could slaughter them with a blink of my eye. A wave of my hand.

Moisture formed in his pants as he stood there, cowering in my presence. I was about to move, about to grab him by his throat the way I did the father, but Kayla spoke.

“I suggest you listen to him.”

The boy turned and bolted down the hall then out the house. Kayla turned to me.

“Listen,” she began as she took in my appearance. The features I held that made all others cower in fear. Kayla was the only person not afraid of me.

“I’ve made a mess of my life, but I’ll do better.”

“Kayla, we all fall. I am a living example of that. Remember, I’ll always be here for you. For anything.”

“Thank you.”

I nodded to her, “Now go, get your things and leave this place.”

She walked up to me and hugged me. A physical touch of love, something I haven’t felt since The Fall. Something I forgot what it felt like. I carefully hugged he small frame back, not wanting to crush her.

I stepped back, “I must go.”

Then I was gone, materializing down the street, the boy stood there out of breath. I had pain on my mind. A promise to break. I could not let him live. As I was about to reveal myself to him, a white light flashed beside me. I knew who it was instantly.

“Michael,” I said turning to the angel.

“Greetings, it has been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Last I saw you, we were crossing swords in Egypt.”

“A mighty battle indeed,” Michael remarked.

“What brings you here, archangel. I have business with the boy. Are you his protector?”

“No, he is lost to us for the moment, but stay your hand.”

“I don’t think I will. He deserves it.”

“Perhaps, but how will Kayla feel when she finds out what you did? Do you wanna be another thing that hurts her?”

The angel brought up a valid point. I sucked my teeth and turned from the human.

“Very well.”

“Why do you protect the woman?” Michael asked.

I thought about it for a moment before answering. 

“She reminds me of heaven. Of all the good things I lost following the Deceiver.”

“I see. Well, I was sent to tell you, He is watching you. I suggest you remember what it is like to be an angel. There may be redemption left for you.”

With that, the angel was gone. I looked at the boy one more time, the angels words on my mind. I twitched a finger, sending a rock careening into the back of his head, knocking him out. He’ll live, and I got a small bit of satisfaction from it. It was time to retire back to hell, until she needed me again.