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"I need to do this." I said, holding the knife... correction Athame... to my finger. "Just a few drops of blood and I can make all of my dreams come true." I pressed it harder against my skin and drew the blade across. The sharp sting of split flesh accompanied a thin line of crimson as I pinched my finger tip.

I held my hand over the bowl I had been using as an impromptu spell vessel. The bowl itself was a simple plastic mixing bowl my mother had gifted me when I moved into my college dorm.

College. I spent 10 years working to achieve a doctorate of music. I wrote my thesis on the therapeutic effects of individual tones in psychological treatment. Had it been applied, it would've made recovery much easier on victims of abuse. Somehow, no one noticed except for my professors.

No one ever noticed my grandeur. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as the fury I felt in being ignored returned to the forefront of my mind. Even my mother, the person who should've supported me the entire way only blinked when I came home with a trophy. I'll make them notice me now.

I stirred the ingredients I had assembled to combine them with my blood. "Forces one, forces all, I command thine presence." I chanted, forcing my fury, desire, and desperation into my voice. I lit three candles that surrounded my makeshift altar. "See these lights as you see my wish, and come forth to make it so!" As I finished my sentence, I felt a surge of energy leave me. Something had definitely heard me.

"Of course I heard you." Came a dark and seductive voice behind me. "Hell, I'm pretty sure everyone from Atlas to Zeus heard you." I spun around, as swift as lightning,to examine my new guest.

He wore a suit, and must have been at least 6 inches above me. His clothes were black with dark grey pin stripes, with each button gleaming gold. The shirt he wore beneath was white, accenting the scarlet, plain tie he wore. His face was lean, and the bones were showing, but not unpleasantly so. His chocolate brown hair was combed professionally and slightly clashed with his ashen skin. His brow was strong, and emphasized his sunken crimson eyes. "My name is Setticus, and I believe you wish to make a deal."

I stood in shock, my mouth surely agape. Magic isn't real, and yet I seem to have summoned someone in my living room.

"Correction, madame Trish, You summoned some-THING." He placed a hand on his chin and furrowed his brows for a moment. "Well, I don't think you care right now."

I stopped all my thoughts for a moment and remembered my spine and desires. Doubt, as subtle as a snake, started coiling around my heart and stomach. "Can you grant my wish?" I asked, avarice once again showing itself. "Can you make my work known?"

Setticus smiled, and his look made me feel as though I had just asked if the sky was blue. "Oh darling," He said, slightly condescendingly, "I can make any of your dreams come true, for a price."

"Name it." I said, without thinking. Excitement fueling me to push further and further. My reward was in sight. "I'll give you anything you ask."

"Your first born child." He said, grinning maniacally as my stomach dropped. "You bear my child and name him after me, and all will be even. "I wanted to stop and cancel the deal, probably even punch him for suggesting such a thing.

But I couldn't. I opened my mouth to speak out in protest, but when I spoke all I said was "Deal."

Setticus smiled and stepped near me, filling me with a fiery desire and a burning shame. "Seal the deal with a kiss and the rest will fall in to place." He said, his voice as smooth as velvet. I mentally screamed to stop, that this wasn't worth it, and I kissed him.

All at once, I was outside of myself, my senses reporting nothing and the world held at arms length. My body, independently, kissed him again, and again, and again. After mere seconds, I was in bed, bare, with Setticus on top of me.

The demon laid with me, and he was aggressive with each and every thrust. 5 minutes of him claiming me and marking me with claws and teeth passed before he left me bearing his seed. I felt it, the molten lava rolling within me and merging with my egg.

He withdrew, placed a single kiss on my stomach to commemorate the new life just conceived, and with a shimmer was gone.

I started crying, ashamed of myself for what I just did, and within a few minutes, sleep took hold of me.