Chapter 2
But he cannot force people, right? It is what it is sometimes. And I guess no one is wrong.
On his right, near the keyboard, lubricant was placed. After playing video games for some time, he switches to porn, but not now, usually late at night whilst everyone is asleep. The perfect time of day.
"Sam! Dinner is ready!"
Sam pauses the game, stands up, and leans out of his room. The night was like a fresh portrait of deceptiveness, though in disguise.
As he reaches the dining room where delicious food is spread, the dining room lights were a soft loom to his eyes. His father had come back from work. The father is sometimes stoic, sometimes quiet, and sometimes outgoing.
"Hey son, how did you do on the task?" he asks.
Samuel runs his hand nervously.
"Uhhh average... Just average, not above, not lower. That's it."
His father shrugged, not a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Okay, so what are you doing there? Come and sit down."
Samuel joins to dig in with his mother and father.
Samuel's father is a public officer of SPS. He has worked for 5 years now in the organisation, making a fair name at his rank along with his colleagues. His mother works at a cosmetic small business, not much but pretty stable.
After dinner, a familiar presence stuck behind Samuel's back. It manifested into his shadow, a phantom, and then a half-physical being. It had horns on its shoulder, black large leather wings, a devil's verse, and a black entity radiating both dread and despair in its presence.
It only appears when Samuel is in his room when most people are asleep. The entity feeds on his dreams and trickles of his fluids to survive. Although Samuel was unsure if it was female or male, one thing was for sure: it was terror to Samuel's soul, even if he had this entity with him ever since birth.
"N-not you again... I told you not to come out, at least for this week. What do you want now...," Samuel's fingers trembled slightly, not focusing to face the entity as he faced his computer.
"Why haven't you fed me," the entity whispered with smoke to Samuel's ear. It was like alcohol and weed at the same time. "The visions of debauchery with your mind. You know that I don't need just blood but all your fluids and dreams to survive. You speak as if I am draining the life out of you, when that would be a stupid move since if you die, I die too. So I only take bits of those fluids. And there's one fluid that I can't get easily, just like your blood whilst I hide in your shadow. No, no, no. You need to ejaculate that fluid."
The demon raised its voice slightly, its vocal tone emphasizing a curdling obsession.
"Why haven't you fed me? Blood, dreams, fluids, I take them all. But one fluid… I cannot steal. You must spill it yourself. Your seed. Your sperm."
One of the reasons his addiction never met justice was because it was not just that he watched porn out of pleasure but also for this devil's life. And he could just refuse, but that would be too easy since the entity would just force his death and die with him anyway. It was inevitable.
Samuel sighs.
"Fine... But just give me a minute."
The entity grinned, its presence felt like a parasite. Spores from its skin glowed like a disease.
"You know I can't do it whilst you are here, so just scram."
...
The entity disappeared, returning to Samuel's shadow. Samuel sighed a breath of relief. Life force was controlled by the blade of the entity, boiling with ash.
In the room of his mother and father, Samuel's father walked to the basement, his steps careful. At the bottom of the basement there were glass cups wrapped with webs. A spruce table was filled with scriptures and potions.
During work he deprived himself of sleep, even though he knew it was important.
Sleeping was a distraction to him, and he used potions to renew his body without sleep because he was working on something meaningful, something paranormal he was reaching out to fix.
He wore a coat, and candles were lit. He sighed on a chair and took a slow sip of a potion of dim gold, heated by a candle. Its glass made his reflection goofy. The mirrors in the basement mirrored the ghosts in the aqua mist.
Only Samuel's mother knew about his researches and alchemy, but not Samuel. For he thought that this would only drug Samuel's mind, causing a casualty of knowledge in Samuel's mind. So for this he used a heavy metal door to make the basement secure before he set up the supernatural.
A feather pen was writing on a blank notebook using black ink. A skull was in dust as a purple glowing spider was making a home of it. The golden hot potion renewed him from sleeping.
The small holes that peeked light from the outside visited as a loom, reminding him of reality.
Samuel ejaculated in the bathroom, and his white liquid of vitality disappeared as soon as he ejaculated. A sign of the entity claiming one of its sources of life. Samuel's liquid of lineage became a ritu
al offering, survival of his heartbeat and soul.