My addition to r/Writing Prompts - [WP] Your sister is getting married but she’s pressured you to find a date. Not knowing anyone that could help, caused by having severe social anxiety, you summon a demon. Or try to at least, using all the right instructions, you summon Lucifer instead. Turns out he also needs a date to a wedding. - https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/cxlpw1/wp_your_sister_is_getting_married_but_shes/
Surely my face couldn’t get redder than his when I went to the wedding. I guess that was an upside, I thought.
My conjuring skills were questionable, though, I thought, as I turned to see my handiwork.
The demon was tall, with huge leathery wings sweeping the floor like some cloak, skin that had an undercurrent to it, like there was a fire brewing underneath. He stature was lean, his features pleasant enough to blend with the aristocracy of angels in the holy wedding here, in Heaven. They were all about looks and purity. Hence, those had been the parameters of the demon summoning charm I had settled for. But how
No horns were a plus, as was the no goat-face vibe. I supposed, it would have been bad if I had summoned Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel. That had been my concern, when I had asked for purity, that I would be summoning the Lord of Hell back to Heaven.
However, I was disappointed with my skill. I had expected a demon that could at least match up to me. But demons were demons, lesser beings, my pride said.
"It is a pleasure," the demon rumbled, his voice simultaneously soft and harsh, vibrating through me.
Ah, this wasn’t as bad, I thought, measuring him up as his shrewd gaze raked me too. My sister had asked me to bring a date, and I was. I’d just leave out that he was from hell. Didn’t think that would go too well with the parent, God. If things got too annoying, I'd set him loose and would be as surprised as everyone else that a demon had gate-crashed.
To be honest, I ought to be pleased that I had managed to summon a demon at all. The forbidden scriptures were always under lock and key according to God’s will. But a little rebellion didn’t hurt anyone. Except the devil.
I laughed. Let’s hope He wasn’t there to notice.
“What is it that amuses you, dear? I enjoy a good laugh.”
The demon spoke in that silky voice, washing over me and making my stomach flutter. Lust. Surely not.
“Never mind. The bargain is struck. We are the other’s date to a wedding of our own choice. We have to act like a date in both, so dress appropriately and act appropriately. Understood?” I said sharply. As far as I was concerned, he was a tool, a means to an end. When this was over, I could throw him away back to whence he came. God riddance. I laughed to myself again.
His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. I could see an intelligence in those dark passionate eyes. It did not compare to my wisdom, however.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting, gargoyle,” I demanded. I was enjoying this far too much, this sadism, I thought, but I kept my face angry.
“Tough terms, angel. Alright, you are no pumpkin to scare me away.” He grinned to himself. He held out a large hand with tough charred black nails. I shook it. “Demons are sly, though, so be careful you don’t …” he licked his lips and said carefully, “get yourself into a bind…” He flashed pointed teeth at me in a grin.
I grinned back, unperturbed. “You do think a lot of yourself, don’t you? Arrogance is unbecoming of my date, so be a little less loud, dear,” I sneered back. “Come, my demon, we have places to be. Fly me to the wedding. It is at God’s Altar. You have to go right at the intersection between—"
My words were whipped away. His hands snatched my waist and pressed my body against his. My throat caught in my throat, my stomach plummeting as suddenly we were soaring.
“Wait, you look like a demon! They can’t know! The deal is you act like my date!” I yelled into the wind, panicking. Everything was about get ruined. Stupid demon, I knew he wasn't as good as me.
His words vibrated through me, his baritone lush voice for my ears alone as he pressed his lips gently to my ear. “I know deals, dear angel. They are my eternity, my bidding, my bind. I have veiled myself to… appear angelic.” I felt him smile against my cheek.
I was caught by surprise by his gentleness, his humour and amiability, and I gulped. I tried to push away the nerves, heart thrumming. What was I doing? The demon could feel everything I could.
Suddenly I frowned, as we slowed down in the air, and he landed before the wedding. “How did you know the way here?”
He smiled to me and winked. “Details, details.”
I glared at him. “Well?”
He laughed at my anger. “Why is it you do not have a date?”
Ah, an answer for an answer. I appreciated this demon, and hence would oblige. “You first.”
He raised an eyebrow in an infuriating way. “You seem clever. I’ll give you a hint. I have no horns, nor a hairy snout. I am the soul of every deal, my blood inks the contracts. And I am the favourite of your beloved God, not Michael.”
I blinked and gulped. Ah. I smiled. So I was powerful enough to command the devil do be my date. I grinned. Lucky me. “Don’t goat’s bleat?”
He stared at me, shocked. The next moment, he burst out laughing, doubled over. “Silly angel. Your answer now, please.”
“I’m powerful. I can do everything by myself, I love myself. What need is there for any other but me?”
He considered me. He nodded. “Come, tardiness is frowned upon at such events. I doubt the other angels will forgive you for that.”
We laughed together.
As we walked up the glowing steps, an idea popped into my head. I may as well get as much out of my time with him as possible. I said brazenly, “You’re a little out of touch with dates, aren’t you? According to the new customs up here in heaven, we should bring a gift to this holy matrimony.” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “So, be a lamb,” I cleared my throat, “apologise, a goat, and give them a gift. A dead dove in the wedding cake should do it. And don’t forget that as my date, you should bring a gift for me,” I deceived. “I’ll let you know what it should be as the evening proceeds. I might have need of some miracle.”
Yet again there was a significant pause, however his humour and rebellion won over his better judgement. His laugh was filled with wild abandon and to me it was the most harmonious and tantalising sound I had ever heard. “You are one hell of a date.”
“Be a devil,” I grinned, a pleasant taste in my mouth.
"Why else bring one to the court of angels, eh?" He inclined his head, kissing my hand to set his magic in motion. “Who knows, by the end of this day, perhaps your sins will trap you with me in Hell. What a wedding that would be, my lady.”
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