Prompt: The demon stands amid your destroyed kitchen screaming, “How? How were you able to summon me?!” You’re standing in the corner flipping through your grandma’s cookbook as fast as you can, screaming back, “I don’t know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!”
It could be that I’m bad at cooking, or it could be that the cookbook was really a potion book in disguise, but either way, I just summoned a fucking demon.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Would you like some coffee?” I politely offer to the demon I was just screaming at, trying not to panic as I flip through the cookbook and peer down at the pot. The soup is entirely a different color, and there are mystery chunks in my soup that aren't in the picture.
“You don’t understand. I’m a first-tier demon. No one can summon me. Ever. People have tried.”
“Would you like to take a look at the book? I have no idea what I did, have no idea what you just said means, and severely apologise for inconveniencing you.”
He roughly grabbed the book out of my hands and studied it intently, biting his lower lip. “I don’t know either, but I don’t like it.” He twirls his finger, and a chair appears behind him. He sits, and another whirl of his fingers made a cup appear in front of him. Conveniently, a mug also appeared in front of me, and a sip determines it to be tea. Oh my God, seriously?!
When he sees the face I make, he grins. “I prefer tea, but it seems to be an added bonus that you don’t like it.”
A squall brings both of our attentions to the other room. Damn it! “Good gracious, what the ever-loving hell is that?” He says incredulously, as if he had never heard a baby cry. Knowing what he was, he probably hadn’t.
“I’m watching Kathy’s youngest while she takes Amy to ballet. She’ll be back in half an hour, giving me just enough time to make dinner and pick up her other children. But I fucking messed up soup, and I don’t have enough time to call for a pizza, and I have to take the screamer to the bus stop-do you have any fucking idea how hard it was to get her to sleep in the first place?”
He grabs me by the arms. “If you don’t shut up and breathe in five seconds, I’m going to make you. Just go get the damn kids. I’ll call pizza, because you’re paying and I’m eating.”
I blink. “What the fuck? What about the damn baby?”
“Forget about the damn baby.” He smirks then snaps his fingers menacingly. The wailing that had been going on for the entire conversation died off suddenly.
Oh no,” I moaned, thinking about how mad Kathy will be with me if she finds out what ever the fuck this guy did to her ball of torture. “What did you do?”
Stretching like a cat, he popped the kinks out of his shoulders. Would have been kinda cute, but for the pop. Gross. Not to mention he’s a demon, you fool! “Chill out, she’s fine. SHe’ll just be out of it for a few hours.”
“Great, thanks. Guess I’ll be going now. The number to the pizza place is on the fridge. Courtesy of Kathy.” Grabbing my coat, I chance a kiss on his cheek. “I’m Caroline, by the way.”
Flouncing out, I don’t see the blush spreading on his cheeks, or his hand reaching up to touch his face where my lips had touched, but I do hear him call out, “I’m Zach.”
The blush transfers over to my cheeks. I think I have a- God forbid it, I’m not in high school anymore-crush. Guess I’m gonna have to make chicken soup more often.