Sara Johnson brushed her long golden hair and was pleased at the beautiful young woman that looked back at her from the mirror. Her eyes were the color of the ocean on a bright sunny day. She smiled, but somehow the smile never reached her eyes. There was a price to pay for beauty, and it was that time again. She may have looked like she was 20 years old, but in reality, she was almost 225.
Taking one last look in the mirror, she left the house, a woman on a mission. She walked across the street to the public park. The sounds of children laughing and playing filled the air. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and Sara had a plan. She found a bench next to the jungle gym and sat down.
Children of all ages swarmed the jungle gym while overprotective parents watched from a short distance. A little girl with long blonde hair caught her eye. She reminded her of the way she looked when she was a little girl. The girl was about six years old and her smile melted Sara's heart. The girl was ready to go down the slide when Sara made a slight twitch with her finger. The girl slipped down the slide and hit her chin on the slick surface. By the time she reached the bottom of the slide, her chin was bleeding.
Sara rushed to the little girl's side, tissue in hand. She soaked up the blood with the tissue and comforted her until her ecstatic mother arrived. The mother thanked Sara and led her daughter away. Having all she needed, Sara placed the tissue in her purse and made her way back home. She needed to rest, it was going to be a long night.
Just before midnight, Sara lit five black candles that were placed at each point of a glowing pentagram that had been scrawled on Sara's basement floor. She placed the blood stained tissue in the center of the pentagram. She began a silent chant that gained intensity as the room began to darken. A moment before the room was consumed by thick black smoke, the acrid smell of sulfur and rotted meat nearly overwhelmed her. When the smoke cleared a few moments later, it stood in the center of the pentagram looking at her.
She had summoned demons every three months for the last 200 years, this demon was the most powerful she had faced. It struggled against her binding spells and refused to be controlled. It took all of her senses and powers before it finally conceded. Grudgingly, the gigantic beast dropped to one knee. Malice and hatred clouded the beasts eyes at it glared at her. Muscles rippled the beast's naked, hairless body. She was afraid to look into the malformed face.
She gave a silent command, the beast trudged across the basement floor, its hooves smashed the concrete as it went. She collapsed to the ground, the throbbing inside of her head threatened to nauseate her. She knew that it wasn't over, it had just begun. She would have to bare witness to the pain and suffering the demon would inflict on the unsuspecting child. It was little confort that by sacrificing the child, she would stay youthful. She also knew that she still had one more act of defilement for her to fulfill her end of the bargain. She would do what she had to do, very soon that would mean allowing the demon to have his way with her. She closed her eyes and waited.