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Sarah Peridas was tired of all this.
She was tired of all the diseases that her son seemed to contract at a moment's notice.
She was tired of her ex-husband not paying his child support no matter how badly she needed it right now.
So you know what, she said to herself, let's try summoning a demon.
What else does she have to lose?
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"W̷̲͚̄̍͗̔̍̉͑͝͝Ḧ̶̱̼͔̺̞͎͓͉̆̓͊̏̂̐͒͊͗͘̕͝O̴̳̪̞̹̣̘̘̿̿͛͐̈̓͛͆͛́̍͘͠ ̶̳͕̜̭̠̦͆̂̈́̿̄̈́͋͒̇́̌̾̕͜D̸̨̛̻̰̟̼͉͇̦̳̦̼̀͗͛̇̈́͑͂̊̕͝ͅĀ̸̡̛̗͚̦̰̊̾̒́͑͗̅̒̈́͝͝Ř̴͉͇̼̗̙͔̬͋͒͛̋̑̈́̚͝͝ͅÊ̵̤̮̺̇͑̾͐̈́͑S̷̫̪̣̘͎̤̩̃̋ ̴͚̬̱̲̆̆̆̕Ş̷̨̗̱̮̹̝̱̟̠̂͆̇̑̄̿U̷̢̱̭̦̻̙̺̖̘̻̦̪̤̞͋͛M̷̡͕̯̱̬̣͂̊̓̆͆̋̕͝M̵̪̳̦̞͖̣̌̈́̎̊̐̾̉́̕͘̚͘͝͝O̴͉͓̠͈͙̽̃͛̒͐̓̓̍̃ͅN̸̡̨̳̗̞̖̬̻̙̫̔̐̇͛͘͜͝͝ͅ ̷̼͕̖̐̓͒A̸̢̩͖̟̼̘͚̘͎͖̣͋̆̂̀͛̉͐̿̕͘͝L̸͙̯̻͈̰͎̦̃͋̀̑̑̾̓̃̉̑̽̃̈͛͜ͅC̸̡̼̼̍̃͋̇͂̐̈͆̔͘̚Ơ̶̛̪̥̺̲̹̂̑͋͌̃̆̐͠ͅR̸̛̜̠̫̞̻̎̎͌͑̓͛͐̉̒͑̚͝ ̵̡̨̤̦͑̉͋̓͂̎̃͒̀̑͛̀͗̚T̸̡̘͔̥͉̂̽̆̐̋̈́H̸̨̺̱̱͇̲̯͙̫̝̺͉̅́̇̓̽͊̒͜E̸̦͚͌͆̋͆͋̏͑̋͂̈̒̽ ̴̼̳̯̜̺͎͕̆D̷̢͓͖̭͚͉̩͇̘̣̳̰͉̯̬̈͌͋̃Ȑ̸̡̤͇͉̯̱͚̖͒̎̚E̴̡̢̧̩͚̖̘͈͕̹͙͙͗̀̄̈́̄́̋̔͋̏͛̇̓̂ͅA̵̢͖̥̝͈͙̪̪̥̳͂͒̈M̵̨̮͓̗̠͚͚̼͍̰͚̜̑̾̄̐ͅB̶̦͇̺̫͔̜̈́̑͌̉͂Ě̷̢̨̡̢̯͍̙͈͈͉̝̼̽͂̂̕̚N̷̗̫̪̗̭̯͔̮̣̰̿̓͒̓͠D̵̡̠̠̘̭̮͇̩̞̣͇̯̳̒͒Ė̴̪̮̊͛̑͠Ṛ̶̣͊̀̾͆̑͌͘͠?̴̯̼̼̳̗͕͉͉̬͖̗͚̩͐̑̈͑̽́̔̏̑͘̕͘͜͝ͅ"
"Alcor, I offer you...pretty much anything you want in exchange for healing my son's diseases.
"Ȁ̸̛̲͚͙͖͓̈̋̄̐̏͗n̸̛̘̪͈͊͐̉̏̊̃͘y̸̛͔̜͑͗̊̎̔̉t̸̡͍̞̯̙̱̟̞͚͋̉͋̄̏̅͋h̵͕̙͙͉̳̔̅̐́̚ͅi̷̡̦͓̗̹̣͈̩̐͒̽̏͆̒͗͂͐͜n̶̨̟̭͉̳͈͕̳̏̔ĝ̸͇̭̫̱̪̏͐̆̓̃̚͜?̸̨͔̹̜̠͉̜̼̠̹̟͓͗͗̒̉̉͛̚̕͜ͅͅ"
"Yep, pretty much anything. I don't have much more to lose at this point."
"H̷͚͉̯̔͐̂̽̈̌̈̈̽̏̾͠͝͝m̸͇͌͊̏̌̓̔͐͐̅͘͝͝.̸̬̪̮̠̪̲͉̳̣̗̳̝̤͋̐͋͂̽͋̆͋̋͛̚͝͠ͅ"
The demon floated up to her.
"Y̵̡͒o̴̬̾ũ̷̻'̵̫͝r̶̹͘e̶͉̎ ̴̧̅s̴̲̐ũ̸̻r̴̹͋e̷̜̍ ̷̦͊a̷̡ḅ̵͝ô̵͉ṷ̵͌t̵͖̊ ̵̳͝t̶̻͠h̷̺͌ḯ̷̝s̴̞͆?̵̟̃"
"Uh-huh."
".̶̎ͅ.̴̪͐.̸̠̋C̸̠̾a̶̛̟n̷͓̋ ̸̱̈́Ï̵̦ ̵̢̕s̴͈̈́è̶̦e̴͚͛ ̷̛̝y̸̗̽o̵̺͆u̷̥̾ȓ̵͓ ̶̤͋k̵̖̊i̸̢̔d̸̻̽?̵̖̅"
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"I̵'̸l̶l̷ ̵m̸a̶k̷e̵ ̴y̵o̶u̶ ̵a̸ ̴d̷e̸a̷l̷.̴"
"Isn't that what demons usually do?" Sarah smiled.
"H̸a̸r̶d̷y̷ ̶h̶a̷r̷ ̶h̴a̴r̷.̷ ̵D̶o̵ ̴y̸o̴u̴ ̵w̶a̴n̸t̷ ̷t̸h̸e̷ ̸d̴e̷a̵l̶ ̸o̷r̴ ̷n̸o̶t̵?̸"
"Anything."
"I'll pretend to be your son's brother. Watching over him, in a way."
The demon's reverb had disappeared from his voice. It seemed that it had started to trust her.
"Will his illnesses be healed?"
"Of course."
"Will you let me keep my memories?"
"If you want."
"Will you retain some of your powers?"
"Why?"
"I may have made a few magical enemies over my years as a...demonologist."
Hopefully the demon couldn't read minds.
"Makes sense. Yes, I can retain a few powers of mine."
"Which ones?"
"Oh, the blue flame," at which point it shot off a burst of blue flame, "and possibly the floating."
"Hopefully that'll be enough."
"I have faith in my abilities."
"Great. Now, is there any ritual I have to do for this?"
"No. I should just be able to take the form of a child and we'll be good to go."
"Amazing."
As the demon began to shapeshift into the form of a child, Sarah thought of how lucky she was.
The sheer amount of luck I had to have to give birth to a Mizar, and the demon doesn't even realize how much of an advantage over him I'm getting?
Another thing Sarah was tired of was the rest of the cult not paying any attention to her.