I SUMMON YOU

estination. He had been like this for two hours and a half, focused on wheeling the road and nothing more. His drivers licens

on ceremonies by Bishop Elliot, a priest from the City of Soren who was the caretaker of the orphanage house he had lived

ht. Nineteen years and twenty-one days old of Marcus seemed to be the right time for Bishop Elliot to decide to hand it

e insurance certificate for him to use — a certificate that included a hefty amount of money only he can unlock in the Bank of Soren. Doubtful at first of its cre

d explain that leaving him was 'for the best possible reasons.' Worried about Mar

r of the cash, he used to buy a city penthouse and a car for himself - a black Jaguar XKR - and this car was what he was using now on his way to a remote province in Soren to see the place his

ready ten in the morning with a sunny weather. The front garden was battered with weeds and overgrown shrubbery. Pine,

The principal color was a bluish-gray on its roofs and walls, and it was outlined with white on the columns and frames. There was

hatch at the ceiling of the portico. This was what the letter told him to find. It was

tique key suddenly fell on the floor, catching him off-guard. He

ured and stepped into the interior with his bag full o

ed inside the small vestibule. I

lained after doing a once-over of the living room.

ears of collected dust covered them. At least the furniture were covered with a white linen, but still that didn't give Marcus some assur

ed the curtain to the side for the sunshine to enter.

oom on the west wing. Marcus entered it and f

kitc

the stove and the cabinets and found that it had the same

up and running, " he said w

t the kitchen lacked the most: food. It was appar

sappointed with the absence of his favorite. Yes, he was going to see to it that this will be taken c

se. It was made of marble it seems and of high quality judging from the shiny streaks of red an

in white linens. He saw his own reflection in a mirror just right above a console table with two

first. Along the red-carpeted hallway there were three doors. The doors were made of wood and of the same paint: white. Whe

. The room was large. It had landscape paintings on every wall and a couple of angel figurines on the shelves. T

it off and proceeded on examining the remainder of the room. He chose to open a door in his right side where it revealed to be a bedroom. In i

ed. His mind immediately chose this room for him to use during h

rooms in the right hallway and found them to be another bedroom, a study room a

ke him to stay in fact, but Marcus had no choice but to live here for the meanti

eep sigh, "But you could have at least contracted a caretaker. Dang it, I am going to have a heada

IS

n the edge, both full of snacks, fruits, bottles of water and ready-to-eat packs he had bought in a nearby convenience store. He had his moto jacket neatly hung

h when his gaze caught sight of the changing weather outside

he smiled, looking at the

but since he hasn't been acquainted with the nearby establishments yet and where the

ing rain would be a great idea... we

e living room, he pulled the white covers

, otherwise, he would have had

of picket fence. In there he had the linens spread enough for the rain to soak them. Looking at his work with arms

ight came along with the roaring thunder. It was the earth's normal signal of an

the lightning strike. He had anticipated a natural occurrence in front of hi

ever expected to

el. His body was showing small traces of white smoke, his rhinoceros-like horns disappearing gradually, and his long wavy h

stening its end tightly with his belt breeches. The look was menacing enough especially when Marcus noticed short knives and ot

. R

gul

emon been up to

ght, eyeing one source only: Marcus. The lat

his mouth agape

pefaction lifted. He at first thought it was just an illusion, but

is f

o

no smile, no grin, but his e

clearing his throat and steppi

see any change of expression from Heron too

s time Heron paused and answered in monoton

didn't summon you, " he said w

you

I did

or a residual emotion Marcus didn't know what.

. wel

he boy could finish. He went to cross the thres

, the boy was begi

the floor and whispered weak

de it." At a snail's pace, his eyes roamed equally from the boy's flushed face towards his half unbuttoned shirt. It truly has been a long time — probably three years in the human time

age with cleaning the house." He said it so with more determination, able

ghtly. "On your

s brows

d raised his chin higher. True enough, he got angry that there were no words of 'goodbye' or 'see you later' after the demon left with Father Azrael back to Hell. The training

e jealousy in your voice?" Heron purred, a lot bo

istress. When only a ruler away was left and the demon's face was inches apart, Marcus clench

yet, " Heron whispered, am

ght we are done with our training? Father Azrael said that once I pass my graduation, I'm ready to bec

having second thoughts on becoming an exorcist priest, Marcus. Don't y

himself, keeping his eyes cast with the demon'

ryway and caught his attention ba

ron, I don't n

d to face him, grabbed his shirt and slammed his back against the door frame. His hands were pi

actually, but he was intimidated by how the demon's eyes lit up with a

cus blinked and unintentionally glanced at the demon's hard abdominal planes. His cheeks

d feel the boy's reluctance and fear mixing together. It amused him. "Hmmm.

ime when they had their training, specifically the time when the

memories that could hav

d I am going to punish you, " Heron

as released from his hold, he scrambled to fix himself up. He straightened and took in a long

demon was already in his full service gear -- the butler outfit. Gone were the tig

s the high-born, well-mannered, and short-h

" the demon said after lookin