1: summoning the demon but make it walmart budget

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𖤐彡———ミ𖤐

You know, it wasn't every day you came home and your delusional brother had actually summoned a demon.

For fucks sake, it's supposed to be no days, not sometimes!

Honestly, you thought Mike was full of bullshit. Maybe literally, judging from the hot farts that he let out when he was a kid.

But I guess insane people can be right sometimes...?

You didn't know that when you went out to get groceries he would be getting up to such scandalous activities, so it was a bit of a shock. Okay— how about you just see it for yourself. I'm not explaining anymore, this shit is boring.

𖤐彡———ミ𖤐

"Oh Micheallll! Your favourite... and only— sister is home!" You called out as you closed the door behind you.

"Oh! Um... hi Y/n..." he said, sounding suspiciously guilty. You heard some other voice that said something that you couldn't hear, and you furrowed your brow as you put the groceries on the shoe rack next to your door.

"Do you have someone over? Oooh, is it a giiirll??" You said, teasing him a bit. It was your job after all, as his older sister you were obligated to annoy him.

"No!" He said, his voice coming out sharper than usual.

"Oh gee, someone's on their period. You good, Mike?" You said, growing more concerned.

You walked over and peeked into the kitchen, wondering whether something had happened at school. High school had been an absolute disaster for you after all, you could sympathize.

Alas, what you found was much stranger and more threatening than a calculus test, some random dude was facing away from you in your kitchen. Couldn't get more ominous than that.

"Um..? Who's this? A friend?" You asked before he turned around. You gasped, and took a few steps back, absorbing what you had just seen. The man had yellow eyes with red pupils, a (gorgeous) top hat, blonde hair, but weirdest of all were his sharp, almost yellow teeth.

"WHAT THE FUCK??? MICHEAL!?? WHAT??" You said, glancing between him and the white guy frantically.

Mike looked sheepish, and the demon-esce man looked less and less impressed with every word that came out of your mouth.

"IM SORRY Y/N, I DREW A PENTAGRAM FOR FUN AND CUT MYSELF ACCIDENTALLY WHILE MAKING SUPPER ANDTHISISWHATHAPPENED!!"

"WHO DRAWS A PENTAGRAM FOR FUN YOU CRAZY WHORE??? IF YOU WERE A WOMAN AND IN THE 19TH CENTURY YOUD BE DEAD!"

"IMSORRYPLEASEFORGIVEMEALMIGHTYLORDY/N!" He said, placing his hands together in a prayer gesture. You sighed and stopped yelling.

"Nah it's okay. I forgive you, don't worry your little head about it! But, um, one small problem... demons aren't real..? So, no offence to top hat man, but maybe this is like a fever dream. Want me to slap you?"

"Hey, I'm not littl— What? No!"

The demon cleared its throat, clearly not enjoying your banter.

"Pleased to meet you, my dear! Your darling brother here summoned me, and I'm guessing that he somehow didn't do it on purpose!"

You gaped at him for a few seconds before looking at Mike and placing your fingers up to your temples.

"Woo, okay, wow. It talks. Can you get rid of him?" You asked, your mouth twitching as your mind flashed through all the possibilities. The 'demon' could've drugged Mike to make him believe he actually summoned something in order to get in the house, and he could be some hooker who got too much surgery and fell down the Voldemort path.

"Unfortunately, I can't return back to hell until whoever summoned me makes a deal!"

𖤐彡———ミ𖤐

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