"Wh... wh... who..." Mike gave up as She wound herself around him, hands moving over areas of his anatomy like the a supercharged Mars rover on a particularly interesting rock outcrop.
"I've been waiting for you Mike," she purred in his ear, licking in first.
"You have?" Mikes voice rose several octaves as the Mars rover arrived at the Main Event and sent out probes.
"I knew you would come you see," she went on. "I knew you would save me from... here."
"B... bu... bu... but why are you... oh god," Mike, with a willpower he didn't know he possessed, pushed her back. "Why are you here?"
"They don't want me to have a life, or any fun." She pouted, and Mike groaned. "Will you help me?"
"How?" Any remaining resistance crumbled as a tear slid down her cheek.
"Oh baby, you have to get me out of course!"
"But those nuns outside..."
"You don't need to get this body out, as such," she said. "Just, do a few specific tasks, and you can summon me anywhere. At the moment I'm trapped here, but if you do what I want, we can be together. You want that don't you?" She rubbed herself against him again.
“Oh god, please don't do that,” Mike said. “J... Just tell me what I need to do.”
“You're a good boy,” she said, stroking his face. “I knew you were special the first time I saw you mess your pants.” She fondled his Lower Regions and he whimpered.
“These so called 'nuns',” she went on, “have summoned me forth, but now they have, they keep me imprisoned here. Isn't that so cruel?” A tiny kiss on his cheek. “Mike?”
“Ohhhh, yes. Yes. Yes!” Mike replied, quivering.
“So, I just need a little favour from you, and then we can be together. Will you help me?”
“Of course!” he said.
She smiled, and Mike's world turned golden.
~ * ~
Mike wiped his brow as he typed. He'd searched the local area, but there was nothing. He had to go wider.
Glancing to one side, he took in the pile of, for want of a better word, ingredients. They'd mostly been easy to get. Black candles featured heavily, as had, surprisingly, chocolate. The untanned cow hide had been a bit harder, but a visit to a local abattoir had sorted that out, as well as what he'd been assured was goat's blood too. He was a bit concerned about that, as he could only see cow parts in the abattoir. Still, there was nothing to do about it now, and surely blood was blood?
Now he was searching on online, looking for an abandoned church. One seemed harder to find than he would have thought, given the number of churches in the country.
It took another half an hour before he found one that looked like it would suit, and most of the next day hiring a car and travelling there, and scouting the location out.
It really was abandoned, and not within direct line of sight to any dwelling, which was a definite plus.
Eventually Mike stood back, taking the whole building in from the slight rise in the road where he'd parked the car.
“It'll do pig,” he said. “It'll do.”
~ * ~
The church, Saint Andrew's it had been called, was just outside of a small village with the unlikely sounding name of Old Marzipan. There was no clue as to where 'New Marzipan' was. The building itself had been boarded up for about ten years, and was suitably Gothic and old-style spooky. If looks could contribute to demonic worship, this was the place candidate number one.
Mike pushed his way through the hedge carrying supplies. Apparently the ritual had to be done at midnight. As a dedicated coward, Mike was not looking forward to that part.
Still, he scuttled through the graveyard (graveyard!!) and made his way to the side door that he'd forced open earlier with the crowbar he'd, with impressive foresight, brought along.
The main hall - there was probably a name for it, but as a dedicated Atheist Mike didn't know what that was - was gloomy even whilst there was still daylight, and he shivered.
“Better get on with it,” he muttered to himself.
This was his last trip ferrying in his carefully acquired ingredients, and he dropped the bag next to the rest of the stuff. He'd already drawn the pentagram, most carefully, in the chalk mixed with the (hopefully) goat's blood, and placed the black candles at the points required.
He pulled the cow hide out of his bag and unrolled it on the floor, smoothing it out, and then sat back.
Now it was just a case of waiting.
~ * ~
He woke with a jerk at eleven forty five as his alarm went off. The portable lamps he'd brought and turned on earlier lit the church around him, somehow making the darkness beyond even more terrifying.
“Concentrate on the task at hand,” he chided himself, thinking of Her.
Taking out the lighter he'd bought at the local shop, he carefully made his way around the pentagram, lighting the candles. Their flickering glow just added to the spooky atmosphere.
Task done, Mike kneeled on the cow hide and took a deep breath. “This will be worth it!' he told himself.
He opened the notebook with the words that She'd given him, that day in the school. It seemed so long ago now, and the whole thing had a dream-like quality to it, but it had only been a few days ago. Still, it had propelled him forward, driven by a force that he didn't entirely understand, and yet...
Shaking his head, he looked at his watch.
Time.
Mike took a deep breath, and spoke the seven words. Nothing. This was, apparently, to be expected.
He paused and then repeated them.
Was that a breeze?
He repeated them once more, and this time there was certainly a response.
The candles flared. A dull, red, some would say demonic glow appeared in the centre of his pentagram.
He stood up, stepped back and watched. The glow became stronger, brighter, until he had to shield his eyes and look away.
There was a low hum, building up to a crescendo until, at what was probably exactly midnight, there was a large, dull explosion, and a flash of red light.
Mike lowered his hand from his eyes and looked at his work.
There was a man in the centre of the pentagram. He was tall, muscular and dressed in the coolest long black cloak.
The man looked at him with eyes that seemed to glow. He was clean shaven and totally bald, though he was wearing what appeared to be dark red makeup around his eyes, it was difficult to see in the low light.
“So, you're Mike I take it?” the stranger said.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mike replied.
“I'm Azerus.” The newcomer smiled. “You're cute.”
“Oh bollocks,” Mike said.
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