Acaros

"I'm not doing this shit anymore," Haroos growled through his jagged teeth, slamming into The Lounge, a bar made for demons in the human world. "I've been summoned ten times in the past hour by bratty kids playing with ouija boards." He collapsed on a stool at the bar and grabbed a drink from the bartender. "I fucking hate Halloween."

"Maybe you should've chosen a kingdom other than Wrath to be a demon in," I said.

That hot-headed bastard stood up and stomped over to me. "I didn't choose Wrath, you piece of shit." He slammed his hands against my shoulders, attempting to send me backward in my booth beside my friends. "You try being summoned for once."

"Humans only want to see ugly monsters on Halloween night," Bazzon said. "Like you."

"We have a hard life too, Haroos," Varoth said.

"It can be really hard at times," I chuckled.

Twirling around on his heels, he hurled his glass at the bar. "Not again."

And then a moment later, he disappeared into thin air.

"Ah, another summoning," Bazzon said. "Get him off our asses, huh?"

I gulped back another drink and glanced up at Eros and Dani, the Queen of Lust, who walked into The Lounge. Eros spotted us and headed over while Dani went to flirt with some succubi at the bar, who she'd undoubtedly bring into a Lust Room tonight while Eros watched.

Lucky bastard.

"Acaros, Bazzon, Varoth." Eros smirked. "You're in luck."

"In luck on Halloween night?" I hummed. "This ought to be good."

"You've been summoned."

"Summoned?" Bazzon repeated. "We're never summoned tonight."

Eros pulled up a portal the size of his hand and held it toward the table, letting us see into a candle-lit room with three college-aged girls inside it, sitting around a ouija board cursed with dark magic, something I hadn't seen in ages. One redhead was whispering things that I doubted she understood what they meant. Another was dabbing at the cream on her face.

And then... there was her.

Sitting on the floor, fluffy pajama pants, hair thrown up into a messy curly bun, and nipples taut against her tank top. She stared at her redheaded friend with wide eyes, the candlelight flickering off her face.

"Who's the hot chick with those fluffy–"

"She's mine," I growled.

I didn't know where it had come from, but the words tumbled out of my mouth followed by a sheer wall of jealousy, possessiveness. Hell, I didn't know what to call it. But all I knew was that–if they truly had summoned us, sex demons, on Halloween night–then nobody but me was going to touch her.

"You good?" Bazzon asked, arching a brow as they all stared at me.

Usually, I slept around all the time and enjoyed sharing the human women and succubi that I was with. But not tonight.

Eros cleared his throat. "Anyway, Dani wanted to head out there but–"

"We'll go," I said, already standing.

"Not even going to let me finish my beer?" Varoth asked, throwing his arms up in disappointment.

I snapped my hand around his shoulder and pulled him out of the booth. "No."

The portal expanded from Eros's hand, and I shoved my two buddies through it and followed closely behind. After a moment, we came out the other end in the shadows of the girls' home, second floor fire escape.

"I can't believe our power went out because of this stupid storm," the cream-faced girl complained from inside the room, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "How am I going to decorate for Christmas tomorrow if–"

"It didn't go out because of the storm. It went out because there's someone here," the redhead said, closing her eyes and muttering some more latin. "I can feel their presence. They're here."

"Wanna fuck with them?" Varoth whispered beside me.

After a few more latin phrases by the redhead that definitely weren't spells by any means, but more like jumbled little words spoken incoherently, Varoth released a gust of magic wind that drifted through the closed window and blew out their candles.

The pretty one with dark skin screamed. "Stop playin', Jada! Light the candle back up!"

"That wasn't me!" Jada grabbed the lighter and relit the candle. "I swear to God, Iza."

Iza... that was her name, was it?

"If you're there, all powerful spirits, show yourself," the redhead said, really getting into it.

When Bazzon went to step out of the shadows, I yanked him back. Not yet.

They waited for a moment and another, then the redhead threw her arms up. "Fuck!"

"Alright," Jada yawned. "I'm calling it a night."

Lightning struck through the sky, thunder cracking overhead.

"I can't believe this," the redhead snarled, following Jada out of the bedroom and flaring her nostrils. "Three hours of Ouija board and witch curses later, and we can't even communicate with a simple ghost! I know that I did everything right. Why won't they come out?!"

Jada tugged on one of her brown coiled curls and frowned as the redhead slumped her shoulders forward and trudged down the hallway. "Happy Halloween!" Jada teased. "I can't wait to decorate for Christmas tomorrow!"

"Happy Halloween to us," Mikayla grumbled from down the hall, then slammed her door.

"She'll get over it," Jada said. "You need help cleaning up?"

"No," Iza smiled. "I'm good."

As Jada disappeared down the hallway, I gestured for Bazzon and Varoth to exit the room. "Follow them." My gaze drifted to those brown coiled curls swooping around her face glowing in the moonlight. "This one is mine."

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