The demon under my bed part 1

"Of course not, you idiot!", I said. The shadow that had hid under my bed before chuckles to itself. "You laugh now, but if she ever found out about you, she'd get the pope himself to exorcise you." "Yeah, I bet she would. Old catholic hag that she is. I bet she has some dark and dirty secrets of her own." I aim to hit that thing, but my hand passes right through the dark mist in front of me. "You're talking about my mother, you piece of shit." "Calm yourself, woman. I mean no harm to your family. Just you."

Although I can't really see it, I feel like that abstract being is grinning slyly as the shadow expands on the like dark vapor, reaching for your ankles.

"We had a deal, Momo! You help me with my studies, you get to stay. No touching!" I stomp on the floor and the vapor retracts. "What can you do? It's in my nature to crave." "And where did that get you? Come on, let's get this paper done, so I can go to bed."

I named the thing Momo after it introduced itself, as I couldn't even begin to imitate any of the sounds they tried to sell me as a name. The demon used to be one of Asmodeus' minions, was banished from his realm in the underworld for some reason or another. My guess is that Momo is too easily satisfied with compromises. At first, they wanted to consume me, but I just said no, so instead they proposed to just take over my body, to which I also said no. Turns out, Momo has a lot of respect for women. In the end, I agreed to let them stay in my room, as long as they help me pass my university programs.

I can feel the dark presence lurking behind me, while I writer the concluding paragraph for my paper. With Momo's help every word, every piece of information I ever learned that's relevant to me at the moment, just comes easy to me. I save the document and hand in my paper, before turning off my laptop.

"I'm getting ready for bed. No peeking!", I say as I begin to strip out of my leans. "You know, it's not like I can look away. I see everything, always everywhere..." retorts the demon. 'Whatever', you think. You can't really be bothered by a thousand years old presence creeping on you. I put on some comfy pajama shorts and a matching top and go to brush my teeth.

When I come back to my room, Momo is on my bed waiting. I sit down anyway, knowing that they're no obstacle for me. His presence surrounds me before, moving down to the floor next to my feet. "Do you want something?" I ask, a bit annoyed. "No.", Momo's presence hushes back on the bed right next to me. "Except... you know..."

I don't even bother responding to that. Instead, I lie down and throw my blanket over me. "Good night, demon from another world." "Good night, woman." I can't tell for sure, but they sound a bit disappointed.

I wake up in the middle of the night, cowering in fetal position. My blanket rolled off the side of my bed. It's been a hot summer, so I don't really care, but then I notice a warm tingling feeling in my toes. It wanders up my legs and stops at my shorts. With nothing there to pull it, the leg of my shorts is lifted, and that feeling creeps its way towards by privates. "Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep." I say groggily. "Come on, just a little." Momo's voice is soft and soothing, the feeling reaches my crotch. I can't believe I have a demon with worse patience than my ex living inside my bedroom.