Her phone beeped with a new text message. Scanning over it, Evangeline cursed.
“Damn it, why right now?” She pouted as she looked herself over in the mirror. She had been planning to turn some heads tonight in her crimson stockings and bustier. The color was a wonderful complement to her smooth, ash-colored skin.
She looked sexy as hell.
She was all ready to go out to Belial’s party which had started an hour ago, but now because of work she was in danger of being more than just fashionably late.
“Tch, better just get it over with.”
Disappearing from her apartment, she appeared in a poof of smoke in the middle of a ring of gaudy, pastel candles that smelled vaguely of lilacs. In front of her stood a boy in a worn old wrestling t-shirt and shorts. He looked to be about thirteen.
He also looked terrified.
Evangeline rolled her eyes and launched into her spiel. “Why have you summoned me?” she asked, flaring her wings and flashing her fangs for good measure.
The boy stood in awe for a few moments before his eyes started to roam. “It really worked!” he said.
God, she hated dealing with teenagers. “The infernal plane is always at the service of any mortal who seeks it.” Evangeline swished her tail, cracking it like a whip while she stood, waiting for the boy to make his request.
“You’re a babe!” he exclaimed.
Damn it, thought Evangeline. She was a professional though, and staying on script was the fastest way to seal the deal. “What do you desire?”
The brat had stopped looking at her face. “Well, I wanted to be the most popular kid in eighth grade so I could look down girls’ shirts, but…”
No. He wasn’t going to.
“Now that you’re here…”
Damn it, yes he was.
“I’d just be happy to bone you.”
This was why Evangeline hated being on call on the weekends. She’d always get dressed up for a night out then get summoned by some pervert. This was not in her job description.
“Look, kid. You summoned the wrong kind of devil, okay? What you want is a succubus. I’m just a dealmaker, alright? You can’t have sex with me.”
The boy stood confused for a moment. “But you’re dressed like a–”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” She tugged upward on her top. “It’s my night off and I was on my way to a party when you summoned me. These are not my work clothes.”
“But you said you’re at my service. I give up my soul and you give me what I want. That’s how it works.”
“Well, I want to do you.”
Evangeline sighed. This kid was giving her a headache. “Not gonna happen, kid. Pick something else.”
“Jesus Christ, kid, just pick something else. I got a party to go to.”
The boy jabbed a finger at her. “You said the J name!”
Evangeline blinked. “Yeah. So?”
“Aren’t you supposed to, y’know, not be able to do that?”
It’d be funny if it weren’t the ten millionth time she’d had this conversation. “Oh my God, you mortals are such idiots!” Evangeline was seething. Checking her phone, she realized she was definitely way past fashionably late now. She rubbed her temples slowly, regaining her composure. “Look, you summoned me, so I’m here. Now we need to make a deal or you need to dismiss me. So pick something else!”
The boy cowered at Evangeline’s outburst, but he didn’t back down. “Nope, I want to bone you.”
“Not gonna happen, kid. Try again.”
“That’s not fair! I summoned you and you’re a smoking hot babe and you’re supposed to give me what I want!”
Evangeline pinched her nose. There had to be a way out of this. “Okay, you know what? Fine. Get in the bed.”
The boy was dumbstruck for a moment, but then he gleefully jumped into his bed.
Evangeline produced a clipboard and started drawing up a contract. “What’s your name, kid?”
Pretending to write up the terms, Evangeline covertly slipped out her phone and sent a text to her friend Adremelek. Once she was done, she started reading off the contract she’d conjured.
“You, Zeke, hereby trade your eternal soul in exchange for sexual services performed by the smoking hot devil in front of you. Are these terms agreeable to you?”
“Yeah, now come on!” Zeke squirmed impatiently under the covers.
“Not so fast; you have to sign first.”
Another puff of smoke filled the room and a monstrous goat-headed devil appeared. Smoke continued to pour from his nostrils and his eyes glowed a dull red.
“What’s going on?” Zeke asked.
Evangeline waved to her friend. “Hey there, Mel, glad you could make it on short notice.”
“No problem, Angie. Always happy to help out a friend,” said Adremelek, his horns brightening and then darkening, wisps of smoke trailing from their tips.
Turning back to Zeke, she said, “Don’t mind him. It’s just standard procedure that we need a witness for the contract. Now just sign here, and everything’s official.” She handed the clipboard to Zeke, who nervously scrawled his name at the bottom.
Adremelek snorted out a puff of smoke. “Is that it, Angie?”
“Yep. Thanks, Mel.” Evangeline turned to Zeke. “Have fun, you two!”
Then she disappeared in a puff of smoke. Checking her phone, she decided that she still had time to hit Belial’s party. She had a great story to tell now.
This is another piece that I did for i09’s regular feature, Concept Art Writing Prompt. It’s a little twisted, but I thought it was fun. Let me know what you think!