Demon summons a human
Can you imagine, though, this happening to you?
You’re at the movies and about to pay for your popcorn when suddenly you’re not? And there’s a demon standing there and at first you’re terrified but then you realize the demon looks so scared and nervous and you feel this tiny little tug of sympathy.
So you try and joke around a little bit with him. “You know, you’re the third demon that’s done this to me today.”
He immediately looks terrified and possibly on the verge of tears. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I can… I an send you back if you want?”
Of course that catches your attention. It’s not every day you meet a demon that summons people and then gets apologetic about it. “Hey, didn’t mean anything by it. I was making a joke.” You look around. “Nice place.”
That coaxes a smile out of him. “Thanks. I, uh… It’s a little messy. My coworkers decided to torture someone in here, but I, uh…” He starts running around and picking up the various bones and knifes that lay on the floor. “I can tidy up.”
You awkwardly wait around until the demon finishes up. “So, uh, why’d you call me here?”
At this, the demon does something surprising. He starts glowing, which, if you had to guess, was how demons blushed. “I, uh…” He hurries to finish cleaning up and starts dropping bones all over the place.
You can’t help but giggle as you start helping him clean up. Once all the slightly worrying objects are out of view, he turns back to you rubbing the back of his neck. “I get a little lonely sometimes and… Well… I just really wanted a friend that wasn’t into… you know… demon stuff…”
"Oh."You can’t say you’re not surprised. If you were honest, you suspected he called you here to buy your soul or something. "That’s… nice."
"Look, I get it, probably not your thing, being friends with a demon…" He shuffles his feet around and looks at the ground.
"Not something I can say I’ve done before," you giggle. "But it’s a bit of a bad time right now. I was about to go see a movie so…"
"Oh… Oh! Sorry about that…" he says, looking distinctly crestfallen. "I knew this was a bad idea… I’ll just… send you back then–"
"Hang on a second, there. I never said no. It was just bad timing. Happens to the best of us. But after, I’d love to hang out. What’s your name?"
He gives a small start of surprise. “Uh… Adam?”
You smile. “Well, Adam, I’m Y/N, and I would love to hang out after my movie.”
He gives an embarrassed smile. “Thanks… What movie?”
"No way! I love that movie! Have you seen it yet?"
You laugh. “Only like twelve times.”
"Well, can’t keep you away from lucky number thirteen!"
You laugh with him. “So, like around five?”
Adam grins. “Around five.”