The Demon Upstairs

Prologue:

She set the candles down again in the circle she had drawn with red chalk. She was determine to finally gained control of him, the sacrifice he wanted she would pay. What she wanted, what she needed out was worth it. Lighting them up as she chanted the first verses of the prayer she walk over to the small alter she had set up and grabbed the ceremonial dagger. Looking at the circle one more time before she used the dagger to draw blood from her left hand and let the blood drip down in the middle of the pentagram. She chanted the spell that would bring him forth she knew the steps and knew what would come. She just hoped this time he would take what she was offering, after the trouble she went through to get what she needed to satisfy him. She could taste the power she craved and if someone has to die so be it. She was done with trying to be nice and wait her turn she was done if believing it will come in due time. Her pagan mother would have been so disappointed in her. But not even that hurt anymore, raising her hand above the circle she chants lower. The room gets darker and colder whispers surround her and the smell of rotten eggs overwhelm her senses. But she keeps at it until he finally shows up, in a dark mist solid as she was, he was obsidian with skin that seemed to be made of scales. Muscles like that of an Adonis statue, his teeth sharp and dripping in what she assumed was poison. He had horns, and red eyes with some piercings that made him look like a BDSM Dom, as frightening as he was she knew that scare anyone shitless. "What do you have for me now witch?" The demon growled at her without hesitating she held up the things she knew he wanted to taste and needed. A lock of hair and a personal item of the person that the demon required for her deal. The demon smiled with glee and took the items something akin to joy sparked in his eyes when he felt the hair and locket. They didn't belong to anyone she loved or cared about So she would not miss the woman. She was a pest anyways constantly complaining to the building manager about her doings. And accusing her of ruining her ceiling, the spots that kept appearing were from the portal she allowed the demon to come through. But of course she wasn't going to explain that to anyone instead she allowed her maintenance man to take a look anyways. "She will do, you will get what you need in three parts. The last will be when I have her soul." She nodded and smile as the demon reached up and placed his finger on her forehead to seal the deal. Despite the burn and the heaviness of darkness, she was sure she did the right thing for herself.

Chapter #1:

McKenna tossed and turned on her bed for what felt like the seven time this week, she was having trouble sleeping. Always at the same time for the same reason, a demon who would not leave her alone she swore they were just dreams. That was until she would wake up with bruises of where the demon would grab her in the dreams. Staying asleep was hard but she refused to let the demon torment her again. Getting up from her bed she looked up her ceiling to see the blasted black spot back. No matter what maintenance did it never went away, it would be spackle over and painted but nothing helped. She sighed and walked out of her room, as she turned to head to the kitchen she froze at the shadow being highlighted by the light of the moon streaks. The shadow was that of a muscular man with what looked like horns, the imposing shadow made her shiver and back away. McKenna's heart beat too fast for her liking, breathing was becoming hard to do and before she could turn and run back to her room she heard the voice. "If you run it just makes it worst for you little one." The voice was hard and sounded more like a growl, a sinister hard growl. McKenna whimper and try to move but her body refused to do so, suddenly the shadow moved closer to her view. At first all she saw was darkness but as the creature- and it was a creature- walked closer McKenna saw what should be impossible. The demon from her nightmares staring back at her solid as can be and she prayed she was still dreaming but something screamed at her telling her this wasn't a dream. She tried to move again to scream but nothing came out, when the demon reached her the unmistakable smell of rotten eggs hit her. Her eyes watered, and the demon gave her a wicked smile one that sent shivers down her spine. McKenna wasn't sure if the shivers were from fear or desire. Desire she should not be feeling but her nipples were hard and her pussy throb with need to be touched. "Don't worry little one you'll enjoy it." The from said as he lifted her up over his shoulder and carried to her room.