Ryan

I kissed the devil.

Well not exactly THE devil. To be more precise I kissed a demon. A demon me and my friends accidentally summoned in my apartment.

Alright, let's start from the beginning of all this.

It was a chill Saturday night, and my friends were crashing at my place. We were a group of paranormal loving bunches. Tora had brought her deck of tarot cards, she did a few readings for the others and me. It was crazy as she pulled out 'The lovers' for me. Love...huh? I never thought of love since...well...my last relationship…which ended really badly. Things weren't supposed to go the way that it did with my last lover. But oh well...

Some were playing games while some were just having a conversation. Then the front door burst opened and in came Samuel, or Sammy as we call him. He had a book with him, a book about witchcraft. We had gathered around in a circle that night, the room lights off, candles lit, and the book opened to a page which read a ritual about summoning a demon. The words were in Latin, because of course. It needed blood to start the ritual, just great. Nobody wanted to do it, not because they were afraid but because it was stupid to draw blood for something that won't even work. But I did it, I stood up and walked to a drawer before taking out a needle, I sat back down with my friends and pricked my finger with that needle, smearing my blood on the page.

I regret using my blood now.

We recited the spell after that, holding each other's hands and starting the ritual, nothing happened… because of course it didn't. Well that was a waste. Everyone got off the floor after a few minutes of the ritual not working passed. We all knew it wouldn't work. But maybe we all had a little hope in the ritual working that night. Few went home, few stayed behind. The next day the others left too, I was left alone in my apartment, things were quiet, my day went normal...except that gut-wrenching feeling of being watched by someone.

Then it happened, I met him, met the demon, the demon we had summoned. And now he was here, for me...? He was tall, stood at almost 6 feet 7 inches or something, four large black horns, two were like that of a goat but in jet black color. He had that devilish smirk and eyes which seemed red sometimes and sometimes like an endless abyss with no light.

He introduced himself as Ravenor, the demon me and my friends had summoned, with **my** blood. And now that him and I were alone we had an important thing to talk about. He didn't told me that the important thing needed to be said required a kiss in advance, because he pulled me close, my chest against his and goddamn he was tall, his arm sneaking up to my wrist, his grip almost bruising like on my waist as his lips crashed onto mine. A deep, passionate kiss, his serpent like tongue slipped in my mouth, exploring my mouth. Heat had built up in my lower abdomen, going straight to my groin, hardening my arousal. But I had pushed him away quickly with all ny force, breathing heavily, I wiped the saliva off my mouth, then suddenly noticing the sting on my bottom lip, when I went to touch the area were the pain was, I found the area bruised, I looked at the demon shocked, he was licking his lips. He had drawn blood from my lips.

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