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Trixie sped up the stairs, into her bedroom, and locked the door behind her. Climbing atop of her bed and unzipping her backpack to reveal the dusty old book she just took from Lucifer’s penthouse.
Trixie knew she had to take when Maze called it "The Demon Phonebook." To be honest, Trixie didn’t know what a phonebook was. She did know what a phone and demons were and that was all the motivation she needed to take it.
If anything this is what she can use to get Lucifer back to LA, and more importantly back to her mom. Her mom didn’t tell her Lucifer went back to hell, she didn’t need to. Trixie pieces it together from the small bits of conversations the adults had around her when they thought she wasn’t listening.
The book covered in black leather and the pages were a dull yellow. It looked rotten. Trixie wondered if books could get rotten. She shoved the question to the back of her mind, she’ll ask Lucifer when she gets him back.
Trixie flipped through the book, reading through the names. Around the third page, close to the bottom of the page, there was a name that was circled in red.
"Crawly," Trixie read aloud with a short giggle. "Sounds funny,"
The young girl lifted the page to read the small inscription beneath the name. Reaching down to the end of the book, she cut her index finger on the edge of the paper.
"Ow!" She cried. Before she could stop it, a drop of blood fell onto the page of the book where she was just reading. "Lucifer is going to be so mad-"
Trixie was caught off from strong winds that began knocking her stuff off of her shelves and creating a small tornado. She tried screaming for her mom, but the winds were getting too too loud.
The small tornado stopped in the middle of her room collecting things from around the room; stuffed animals, books, and even her paintings.
"STOP! STOP!" Trixie screamed helplessly.
As if it understood her, it did.
"Leave my stuff alone!" She commanded.
All her belongings dropped to the floor, but the tornado was still there. It slowly started going down, not fading away. Trixie stared as the tornado formed into a ring and burned itself onto the wooden floor of her bedroom.
Trixie grimaced at the sight of it, her parents are going to be so mad. She waited a few minutes for the wind to be completely gone. When Trixie decided it was, she inches closer to look at the circle on her floor. It wasn’t just a circle; it was a circle with a star in it.
"Cool," she commented. "A pentagram,"
The pentagram glowed a orange light, and instantly a guy was standing in the middle of it. Trixie jumped back in surprise.
"It worked," The little girl breathed out.
"Did you summon me, little girl?" The guy, most likely a demon, asked.
Trixie nodded. "Yes,"
"Are summoning spells online now? I ought to check who leaked them.. I’d bet it was Gabriel. That prick.."
"I didn’t get from online," Trixie grabbed the book off her bed. "I got it from this,"
The man froze, "Where’d you get that from?"
He stormed over to her and snatched the book.
"Hey that’s mine," Trixie tried to reach it, but the man was too tall.
"No, it’s not." The guy mocked her in a high pitched tone. "It belongs to the Devil,"
"I know that," Trixie rolled her eyes. "I got from Lucifer’s place. Are you Crawly?"
"It’s Crowley now, and what of his place? The Devil was in LA? And I didn’t know? I’ve really been thrusted out of the loop,"
"He’s not in LA anymore, Mr. Crowley," Trixie sighed. "That’s why I called you, to get him back."
"What?" Crowley jerked back so hard his sunglasses almost fell off.
"He had to go back, but you can convince him to come back to LA. That Hell doesn’t need a King,"
"It absolutely does need a king," Crowley argued. "Also he should stay there,"
"No, you’re getting him," Trixie finally managed to snatch the book right back.
"I’m doing no such thing," Crowley crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yes you are," Trixie crosses her own arms in return.
"Or what?"
"Or-"
"Trixie? Was that that I heard when I was on the phone?" Trixie’s mom’s voice was coming up the stairs.
"Oh no," Trixie was beginning to panic. "My mom.. Hide in the closet-"
"Step away from my daughter!" Trixie’s mom shouted, her gun in hand.
Crowley took a step back, "I can explain. Don’t shoot, I rather like this body,"
"Mom, he’s a demon," Trixie was quick to explain. "I brought him here to help bring Lucifer back,"
"What? How, Trixie?" Her mom kept the gun pointed at Crowley.
"With Lucifer’s book!" She held it out for her mom to see.
"When did you get this?" Her mom asked.
"When we were at his Penthouse.."
"Look, I don’t want to be here," Crowley sighed. "I can show you how to get rid of me,"
"Trixie we’ll talk later. Tell me, demon, how do I know you won’t try to steal Lucifer’s book?"
"Me? Steal from the Lord of Hell? I don’t have a death wish, love,"
"If we’re sending you back to Hell, we’re not doing it in my daughter’s bedroom." Trixie watched her mom usher Crowley out of her room and down the stairs.
"Oi, who ssssaid anything about Hell? I’m from London," Crowley hissed. "Ssssoho, to be exact,"
All three stood in the kitchen, as Trixie flipped the book to the right page, "Here,"
"Is that a spot of blood?" Crowley grabbed the book to examine the stain.
"Yeah," Trixie replied sheepishly. "I got a paper cut. Please don’t tell Lucifer I ruined his book,"
“This is bad, extremely bad," Crowley pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It’s just a drop of blood," Trixie said.
"No, you don’t get it, child. You bled in my name," Crowley said.
"What does this have to do with sending you back to wherever you came from?" Trixie knew her mom was starting to get frustrated.
"It’s a blood pact, see?" Crowley lifted the book to her mom’s gaze.
"Crawly?" Trixie’s mom read aloud. "That’s your name?"
"It’s Crowley now," he corrected. "Anyway rather than reading the summoning spell itself, she rushed the process by offering her blood. Which is demon currency. Well, that and the mortal soul."
"I don’t want to give away my soul, mommy!" Trixie rushed to her mom's side.
"Nobody is taking your soul, monkey,"
"Only my free will," Crowley scoffed.
"What do you mean?" Trixie sniffled.
"Basically, I can’t go anywhere until the spot of blood is gone. It only goes away when I complete the task you summoned me for,"
"So, you’ll bring Lucifer back?" Trixie jumped excitedly.
"I don’t have a choice, kid, but yes," Crowley slumped against the kitchen island.
"I’m still against this whole arrangement," her mom voiced.
"It’s either that or I’ll never leave. As much as I love being a child’s chess piece, I have someone back in Soho waiting for me,"
"What if you can’t do it? What will happen to you?" Her mom asked.
"I’ll burn that bridge when I get there," Crowley places his hands onto his pockets. "I’m going to make phone call. Said someone in Soho might be worried sick about me,"
Trixie chose that moment to face her mom, "I know you’re mad. But I was doing it for you and Lucifer! You’re sad and he didn’t want to leave. So when Maze told me this was a demon phonebook, I knew I had to take it."
"You summoned a demon, monkey. That’s a big deal. What if he tried to hurt you? Not everyone is nice like Maze and Lucifer. What if your dad was here? He still doesn’t know about Lucifer being the actual Devil."
"Mommy, I was only trying to help,"
"I know, sweetie, but next time let’s talk first before we start summoning demons," Her mom wrapped her in a hug.
"Okay," Trixie nodded.
"Okay," Crowley clapped his together. "How about we start with explaining to me how you know the Lord of Hell and why you want him back. Because if you ask me, he should stay there,"
"We didn’t ask," Trixie countered.
"Such snark," Crowley smirked. "You sure you aren’t a demon, child?"
"I’m going to need back up if we’re actually doing this," Trixie watched her mom pulled out her phone. "I’m calling Linda and Maze,"
Crowley immediately groaned, "Mazikeen of the Lilum? She’s here? I don’t feel like getting stabbed."
"Maze is so cool!" Trixie grinned. "She’s the best!"
"Somebody give me strength," Crowley whined.
Trixie wasn't sure what was going to happen next. What she did know, it will be a step into the right direction of getting Lucifer back.