Nyx wasn’t quite sure how long she had been asleep, but she woke up with her phone buzzing like crazy. She raised her head and looked at it, it took a moment for her brain to catch up with her body and register what was on her phone.
A summoning notice. She blinked a few times and sat up, the slid the notification and in a bright flash of light, she was teleported into the Human World, standing in the center of a chalk-drawn pentagram in the middle of a dark and musty basement.
“Wow! It worked! It really worked!” A voice squeaked out, Nyx’s head whipped around to see who had summoned her, her eyes widening when she saw what it was. A child! A little girl, no more than maybe seven. She consciously made herself change into her human form, where her ears were round and her horns were hidden so she wouldn’t scare her. She might be a demon, but she had morals. Nyx squatted down so she would be eye level with the child.
“Hey, kid, do you know what you’re doing?” she asked, the girl nodded,
“Yeah! You’re gonna help me!” The girl responded, pushing herself up off the floor, she held out her hand. “I’m Miranda and I’m seven and a half!” Nyx looked at her hand,
“Sorry, I can’t shake your hand, otherwise we would accidentally make a contract.” She shifted and sat on the ground, cross-legged.
“Oh, okay.” Miranda sat crisscross across from her. Nyx sighed,
“Do you know what I am, Miranda?” she asked, Miranda nodded,
“You’re a demon…”
“Do you know what I do?”
“Not really, but I really need help with something.”
“With what? Your homework?” Nyx asked, partially hoping that was true, it would be an easy contract, well, hell, she wouldn’t even need to make a contract for that. She’d do it just for the hell of it. Miranda shook her head. No? What the hell does a seven-year-old need a demon for?
“Okay, then what do you need me for?”
“My step-dad…” Oh boy…
“Your step-dad? What did he do? Ground you?” Miranda shook her head again, fidgeting with her dress. Nyx studied her, trying to figure her out.
Miranda had dark skin like Nyx, her hair was sectioned into braids that ended into two puffy, natural hair, afro pigtails. She wore a yellow overall dress over a pink t-shirt, and beat-up, well-worn, light-up sneakers, and mid-shin tall white socks with frilly lace on the hems. When she looked up at Nyx, she could see the girl had a missing front tooth on the top row.
“What does he do?” She asked, still studying her, and she slowly started to piece together what was happening, there were bruises on her in places a normal seven-year-old wouldn’t get them. Nyx started piecing it together the longer Miranda refused to speak about it, her eyes cast downward to the floor. After a moment, she stood up.
“You don’t have to say anything, I think I know what’s going on.” Miranda looked back up at her, a gleam in her eye.
“So, you’re gonna help me?” she asked, Nyx nodded.
“You just have to tell me what you want done.” She snapped her fingers and her scribe appeared, floating next to her with a piece of parchment and a flaming quill, ready to write whatever Miranda said.
“I-I want…” she took a deep breath, “I want my mom to find out what he does, and I want him to go away forever, and I never want him to do anything like that again, never ever and I never want to be hit again, by him or anyone else.” Nyx looked at her scribe who was busy scribbling away, she looked back at Miranda who seemed like she was busy trying to think of anything else, she looked up at Nyx. “You’re gonna help me, right?” Nyx nodded,
“That’s my job, kid.”
“You’re gonna make sure he gets punished?” she asked, Nyx looked at the scribe who wrote it down,
“I will, want anything specific?” Miranda nodded, balling up her fist, the scribe readied its pen.
“I-I want what he does done to him.” Nyx smirked, a fitting punishment. The scribe continued writing for a moment before handing the paper and quill to Nyx, with a touch, Nyx made the flaming quill into something more… child friendly, a pink, sparkly, puffball topped pen. She read the terms of the contract out loud to Miranda, making sure she used smaller words so she could understand better, which she did, as told by the nodding every time Nyx paused at the end of a paragraph to look up at her. She turned the paper over to where the writing was facing Miranda.
“If you accept these conditions, please sign on the dotted line.” She passed the girl the pen and she eagerly took it, writing her name, handing the pen back when she was done. Nyx looked it over, her name was indeed signed at the bottom, in the best handwriting a seven-year-old could do, Miranda Ronson. Nyx let go of the paper, letting it float beside her, she extended her hand towards the little girl, who hesitantly took it in a firm grip. The pentagram flared to life, lighting the entire room with a bright purple light, the light bled from the pentagram and circled around Miranda’s feet in a second pentagram. The skirt of her dress puffed up with air under it, her hair shaking from side to side as freely as it could while it was tied to her head. Nyx’s hair blew freely, the only article of clothing on her that moved with the sudden gusts was her gray, spaghetti strapped, crop-top shirt with a pattern of upside-down crucifixes. She cleared her throat and put on her best “scary” voice.
“Miranda Ronson, by shaking my hand you have hereby sealed the contract that you have signed. Your stated terms will be fulfilled no matter how long it takes and I will be the one to fulfill them. If by whatever reason you violate my terms by either threatening my life or trying to exit the contract prematurely you and your soul will automatically be condemned to an eternity in Hell. Do you understand.” She asked, the scribe disappeared then reappeared holding a stamp in its claws, floating next to the contract. Miranda nodded,
“Yes, I understand.” The light got brighter, the wind picked up, swirling around them, faster and faster, lifting them slightly off the ground, the scribe gave a devilish grin and raised the stamp and promptly smashed it against the bottom left corner of the contract. Nyx opened her mouth and a loud, booming voice escaped her lips,
“It is done.” The voice shook the house, and all at once, it stopped. The wind ceased, causing the, both to land on their feet, the second pentagram disappeared, the scribe took the contract and left, the light receded and then left them sitting in the dark basement, only illuminated by the center lamp on the ceiling. Miranda looked around.
“Is that it?” Nyx nodded.
“That’s it, now I am at your disposal, you just tell me when and how you want it done. Until you’re ready to act, I’ll be following you.”
“Will anyone see you?” Miranda asked,
“Nope, and even if they do—” she paused and looked down at her apparel. “they’ll see me as a child… hm… I don’t think this would be appropriate to see a child in, would it?” Miranda giggled and shook her head, Nyx raised up her hand and with a snap, her clothes changed.
Instead of her usual gray shirt, fishnet bodysuit and tight, black pleather miniskirt, she stood in a puffy, black and purple dress, trimmed with lace and adorned with many different bows, her thigh-high black platform boots were replaced with purple Mary-Jane’s, her hidden dagger for self-defense was replaced by a frilly umbrella which, upon closer inspection, revealed itself to be used for the same purpose. Its handle came off as a blade sheath and the blade was inside the remaining handle. She found a pocket and reached in it, finding a piece of paper, she pulled it out and read it.
I know the dress looks crazy, but it won’t look crazy to anyone else. You’ll be dressed like a normal kid. This is all I had in store that had what you needed. I know you feel weird about it. Don’t worry, next time you come in I’ll update your everyday or you can choose something new for free.
Nyx silently cursed the shopkeeper, folding up the paper and putting it away. At least they know what they’re doing. She sighed and looked at Miranda.
“Now, my child, we can get to work.”