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How to tame a ghoul and not die in the process

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     The rain was pouring outside, typical for a beautiful autumn day. The sky was dark, the wind was whistling through the windows of the office, making the work day even more annoying than it was already. 

The young woman was sitting at her desk, like a lot of other people in the open space, trying to make her computer work for once by kicking on the power tower mostly or trying to find the problems. It was vain. She was a graphic designer for a very small company but most of the time her work consisted in listening to the boss ranting, taking his employees for his therapists seemingly. 

The work was not interesting, the place was shabby in a shitty flat in an old building of the city, the coworkers were annoying, the paid was not even nice. But at least it was a work, she was there and she could stay, she could not ask for more now.

 “Louison please, I would need you to go and buy something for me.” Here he was again, asking for the employees to do the groceries for him. The young woman rolled her eyes but she needed to be nice and good or she would never keep this place. And it was the only one she had for now. 

“Yes, of course. What is it?” She asked while looking up for the man, sitting lazily on his big chair and acting as if he was doing something.
“Coffee.” 

“...Coffee? That’s it?” He looked shocked at her question as if coffee was not a reason good enough for her to get up and head to the store directly. “Yes, that’s it.” He insisted.

She sighed a long moment and tried her best not to roll her eyes. It was starting to get on her nerves and she had never been so compliant for this long. Resulting in her getting fired quite often until now.

She took her jacket and got out of the small office, climbed down the creaking wood stairs of the old building before getting outside. Cold, rain, wind, just for some coffee he could have take on his way home. Jerk.
She went down to the store and bought a stock of coffee capsules, so he would not bother her for a little while, with her own money of course. 


As she went back to the building to go back to work, she met two of her coworkers sitting in front to smoke their cigarettes. They blocked her path and smiled to each other

“Hey sweety, I know that you’re being the boss’ favorite because you’re a woman but if you wanna suck some other dicks we’re there too.” And he laughed like an idiot, his friend accompanying him. Louison stood impassive and looked down on them.

“If you wanna go and buy his coffee all the time instead of me, go on and suck his dick as much as you want.” She rolled her eyes and pushed one of them with her foot. “Now if you excuse me.”
She tried to pass through when one of the guy slapped her ass. She stopped, outraged and stared back at them. But she didn’t say a thing. For now.

"Yeah go on, soon you’ll just won’t be able to even touch your dick, asshole."

 She slammed the coffee capsules boxes on the boss’ desk when she arrived back then headed to the small bathroom inside of the office. She let out a big sighed and clenched her fists after locking the door behind her. She needed to keep her calm. She would get revenge but she would not get fired this time. She took out a small notebook out of her bag and flipped the pages. Here she found something interesting that she could use.

A spell.

Because eventually, Louison had some gift at least and she was a witch. Nothing really awesome, she just knew about her powers rather recently but she managed to learn some nice spells. And she had been really interested in black magic, realizing she was able to do that kind of things too. She had been taking a lot of notes to be able to performs those spells and she had some perfect ones against disgusting perv macho.

"Hehe son of a bitch, your dick is going to itch to death each time you touch it, serves you right."

She was almost rubbing her hands like an evil genius as she read back the spell. 

"Ok focus now. Focus is the more important."

And focus was far from being the easiest thing for her. More than clumsy, her brain had bad habit to wander off her skull quite often. But it would be all good, she was getting used to perform spells now.
She took out a small bag of herbs from her bag too and some stones she kept in her hands, fingers clenched on it as she came out of the bathroom. She came back to her desk and waited a few minutes to see the two guys coming back from their smoking break. They passed through her with a smirk and sneer then she looked at them, clenching tight the stones and herbs in her hands, then she started to chant her spell.

"This should do the trick…! "

But as soon as she was finished, the trash can just behind took fire. She gasped and jumped. The other workers too.

“What happened!” “Fire! Quick! Is there an extinguisher?” Of course there was none. 

 Everyone started to panic and Louison stood dumbfounded. "Wait… What… did the spell go wrong again? I don’t understand… Oh wait it’s simply a small fire, I should be able to take care of it…"

Once again she chanted her spell discretely but it only ended up with the fire growing stronger and the workers panicking even more.

“Where is the boss!” “He’s outside already!” “What… !” “Call the fire department for fuck’s sake it’s getting worst.”

 

     In the end, they all had to head outside and the office was reduced to ashes, firemen did save the rest of the building though. All of the coworkers were standing outside, the boss came back no longer after and they were all of them standing in an awkward silence for several minutes before the boss dismissed them.

When Louison came home in her small flat later, she understood now that he fired everyone since there was no longer a place for work.

“I can’t believe it oh my gooood.” She jump on her bed and slammed her fists on her mattress while whining loudly. “It was just a little inoffensive spell, how did it turn into a fire!”

 This was the whole problem with the young witch. She never got to learn properly and her focus was so lame that she always ended to mess up her spells and it was not the only and first bad thing to happen to her. She was still keeping on trying to use all of those spells to make her life easier though, even if it was only making it harder. 

 


 

      Some days later, Louison was sitting at her window, negative thoughts rushing through her brain while she was drinking a good glass of wine.

“I’m done. It’s over. We got fired before getting our pay and no welfare for us… My bank account is in the red. I need to find a job but nothing is working out.” She took a good gulp on her drink and brought her hand to her forehead dramatically. 

“And I have no more social life either, my life is over!... I wish… For a new job… No… For the Prince Charming. Lot of money… I don’t know. Something. Anything to take me out of this mess.

 No work, no social life, barely a family. She was again in a bad shit, she would end up in the streets really soon. She pinched the bridge of her nose and came back to sit at her desk in her small room. She liked this apartment and really didn’t want to lose this place. She needed to think, to find a solution. She grabbed the books about black magic she had been collecting over the past few years and started to browse into them.

“Of course… ! Why didn’t I think about that sooner!” 

She clapped her hands and got up from her chair to start to gather all of the stuff that would be needed for her next plan. It took her at least several hours to make sure everything was on place the she could start the last step : drawing the summoning circle.

 She would summon a demon. She would just have to draw the circle of the demon who could help her with work and it was good. It was just a drawing, she was able to do that correctly. 

 

         Candles were placed, encens were burning, the good stones were chosen and the witch was finishing the selected circle to draw on the floor of her flat. Everything should be perfect now she just needed to chant the summoning spell inside of her book. 

 She had never tried this yet before, black magic and other spells were something, summoning a demon would be another whole story and for now she was just thinking it would not certainly work. But she had to try to be sure and for now it was her only solution. 

She positioned herself inside of the circle and chanted the spell, slowly, clearly, and loud enough. The air around her was changing, turning, getting warmer. A deep sound and chiming could be heard and she felt the floor was trembling.

"I hope the neighbors won’t mind."

The candles were suddenly blown out and the whole room turned so dark the young woman could not see her own hand in front of her. 

 Then something splitted the air in front of her into two and a portal was formed on a black hole. A figure appeared out of this portal, the air around it went even hotter and the portal disappeared, leaving the glowing figure in the middle of the circle. The room became clear again and the witch was standing dumbfounded facing the summoned creature.

This was real, it happened for real. This sounded so impossible and yet. It happened. Right before her eyes.This was a demon standing right before her eyes.

Well at least she thought. How was she supposed to know?

“Oh yes uh… State your full name, demon…!” She needed to be sure it was the one she called.

The creature before him blinked. His skin was dark gray but he looked mostly like a human. Except for the fangs, the pointed ears, the claws and the tail. He was wearing a metal mask, hiding most of his face and was wearing a nice costume. He looked rather small and frail for a demon. She could even say he was skinny. He looked up to her, as dumbfounded as she was first and stared with his golden bright eyes. She swallowed her saliva, feeling something was off. It was a demon for fuck’s sake what did she just do.

“... Demon?” He finally asked. “Did you just… Summoned me? Like a demon?”

 She nodded, keeping her eyes on him, still wondering if everything was real right now.

“You silly little girl just… summoned me? I was… I was at the church.” 

 He brought his hands to his face, he looked like his head was in pain then he clenched his fits. “What … the hell… How is it possible.” He mumbled. “I am no demon, stupid woman. I am a ghoul, I’ve already been summoned from Hell by someone else!” He started to yell.

 “A… Ghoul?” She tilted her head and opened her book to browse through it, looking to know what it could be exactly.

 The Ghoul got angry and came closer to her, his eyes glowing with hunger and wrath. “It means I’m a demon with an earthling shell so I can serve my master. I already have a master. There is no way you could have summoned me.” 

Now he was only centimeters away from her.

 Louison hid half of her face behind the book, looking up to him. He was small but he was still taller than her. “I’m… Sorry?” 

 He growled loudly and took another step closer to her. She backed off and gulped. “Do you have at least anything to feed me in exchange?”

 "What the fuck is he talking about."

 She looked around her and stared at her fridge. “I uh…  There are some little leftovers on my fridge if you want.” She answered with a small voice.

 “I’m going to eat you, little bitch.”

 

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     Louison took a step back, then one another, then she made a considerable distance between her and the “demon” she just summoned as his last sentence totally sounded like a threat.
“Hey ! H-Hey!” She tried to calm him down, holding her hands in front of her. “Look, I’m the one who summoned you, you should be listening to me and to what I have to ask you…!”

The ghoul gawked at her for a long moment before clicking his tongue. “Silly human did you forget you have to give out a soul in exchange?” He said, annoyed and crossed his arms.

Of course most humans trying to summon a demon would have to exchange their own soul to get what they want from them. But Louison was a witch, she could bring another soul to be able to make pacts with demons.
“I uh… You can take my boss if you want…!” Of course she totally forgot about that. And she would have to bring him to the demon for this to work.

“And I have to get it myself? Anyway I can’t care less about souls, I want blood and meat.” He let out a growl out of his chest and walk towards the girl, his eyes gleaming with a golden glow.

The witch finally stepped away and hid behind the sofa, only the higher half of her face was peeking out. “I have some meat left on the fridge…?” She proposed with a small voice.

She heard him growl loud and took that he was not really interested in that kind of meat. She hid a little bit behind the sofa and tried to think fast. How did she put herself in this situation again? Oh yeah, that was actually obvious that it would end this way, why was she always thinking things could be different. She heard a loud noise then and turned around to see the sofa fly across the room. She squeaked and moved away from his reach.
“Wait! Wait!” She ran to the other corner of the small apartment while he glared at her. “Let’s find a compromise… uh… Let’s eat some nice cake instead? I’ll invite you to the restaurant! Wait I have no more money…”

The time she was wasting trying to figure out a solution and he was already just in front of her, ready to grab her throat and slice it with his claws. She pushed him and avoid his hand before dashing to the main door of her flat. Luckily she still had her keys in the pocket of her jacket and quickly closed the door. She heard the ghoul inside bumping on the door, harder and harder. She waited no more before running through the corridor and took the stairs. Her foot didn’t even reached the first step downward than she heard her door breaking and the ghoul stepping outside.
She felt her heart missing a beat and almost trying to come through her throat as she was running through the steps of the stairs. She had absolutely no idea of how she’ll get away from this and panic rushed through her spine and every members.

Oh my god, think, think, do something, find something, Hurry, hurry!

     Before anything came to her mind, something knocked her back and she fell forward on the stairs, rolling on several steps before hitting the ground and the wall. “Aouch, Ouch…” 

No time for her hazy brain to wake up and she was grabbed by her collar and lifted from the ground. Her head hit the wall behind and she whimpered from the pain, then her eyes could finally focus and see the masked demon in front of her.

“No running.” He commanded with a growl, pinning her to the wall. When she felt her body being lifted from the ground even though the demon was as thin as a twig, she started to finally realize the situation she was in. She gasped and her throat was burning and it was impossible for her to swallow back her saliva. 

“P-Put me down…!” She stuttered, trying not to look into his eyes, her legs failing at struggling.

He stared at her now frightened face. It was delectable, sweet, he could watch the fear on her eyes for a long while and never get bored. How he had missed preying on humans since he had been summoned as a ghoul. Now he could just enjoy to take care of this one unfortunate and stupid witch. But his hunger was growing since he’d been just summoned and he would not certainly take his time to enjoy the meal. 

He got out of his thought when a sudden pain reached his knee and he had to let go of the young woman to not lose his balance. He was about to growl when she threw something at him, some kind of powder with herbal scent and it burned his nose through his mask.

“Little bitch!” He yelled but couldn’t see for a while where she just went.

Louison took this opportunity to let her legs guide her as far as she could go, adrenaline filling her body to be able to actually move despite her trembling members. But the problem was she had nowhere to hide here and if she tried to take the stairs again he would just catch her back. She took the occasion he was not looking to hide somewhere in the corridor of this stair. She threw herself in a hidden corner and just hoped he would go for the stairs while she was trying to remember a useful spell she would not mess up.

The fire ghoul was wiping his eyes with rage and reached under his mask to help, it took him a small moment for his sight to not be blurry anymore. He growled when he finally could look around him and snarled. 

“Stupid girl, I can smell your fear from here.” He said with a hungry low voice.

He came closer to the hiding place of the witch, taking each step slowly because he knew his prey could not escape again, she was actually so scared she should be trembling, crying and pleading for whatever god she could have. He was about to drag her out of her hiding spot when someone crashed his flat door against the wall by opening it and yelled.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU BITCH WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE LESS LOUD”

Louison recognized her downstair neighbor, he was always complaining against her because she was kind of ruining her apartment rather often, doing noise and such stuff but he was basically an asshole always threatening her in any ways possible to make her kicked out of there. This fucker would never help her for sure even if she was crying and begging to be saved.
But she didn’t expect the ghoul to turn toward the man, he looked super angry, his eyes were glowing so bright they were like flames flickering in the night. He looked more like a wild animal than anything human at this moment.
“Get… Get the fuck out of there!” She yelled to the neighbor as this one was turning towards them.

The man frowned and was clearly angry at her command, he was even about to yell back at her but he got no time to do that. The demon pounced on the man faster than light and unleashed his claws on his throat. Blood spilled on the walls and floor and the neighbor fell on his knees before lying there, bleeding out then dead.
The ghoul’s mask was splattered with the red liquid and he leaned on the dead body before reaping out the flesh to have a taste on the blood.

Louison blinked a long time, her voice died up on her throat, she could have puked certainly if she had eaten just before. She had a hard time believing what she just witnessed was true but as soon as the blood smell was attacking her nose and the sound of the demon feasting on the fresh blood spilling out from the man throat… Her knees gave up as well as her whole body and she blacked out.

 


 

     The witch woke up later, outside the moon was shining bright in the night so she might have slept all the evening. 

Wait.

She slept.

She opened her eyes and sat up quickly, looking around and panting. Nothing. Only the peaceful sound of her apartment. Everything was just a dream and she certainly failed her summoning and passed out. That was what happened.
No, wait. Something was off. The door was off, broken, barely repaired and laying against the doorframe. She blinked again, her brain having a hard time again accepting what happened just before if it really happened. Then she felt some warm weight on her legs and turned her head to see the demon laying on his belly over her legs, watching her as if she was some nice attraction.
She yelled.
Well, she was about to but he covered her mouth with his hands and made her fall backward to tower her, staring down at her with his bright golden eyes.
Gosh, god no, he ate this guy. He killed him and ate him and drank his blood. He’s a demon of course but …. I’m so dead.

She started to hiccup and sob, not able to bottle up her fear anymore and she was no regretting all of her poor choices in life.
“Relax summoner, I’m all fed now so I won’t eat you.” The ghoul simply said, taking his hand off of her mouth and brushing her hair with his thin fingers. Then he started to purr loudly against her and leaned his head against her stomach. “I’ll just use some comfy pillow for a nice nap now.” He whispered and snuggled up against her a bit more.

No way. This is not better. Not at all.