Outright Refuse

"Dude, I can't trust you with it." You say with a frown. "I'll make it up to you though, I swear."

"Really?" Henry grunted. "Fine. I won't tell anyone about it, at least. But you both owe me. Big time."

"I know. Sorry." You said, before Henry stormed out.

"Why couldn't you trust him?" Kaylee asked you suddenly.

"I just..." You began, looking at Carrie's face. The face your girlfriend controlled. "I know Henry. He would've instantly used it on you. Or, me. And done things to you. He's... He is how he is."

"So you did it for me, then?" Kaylee asked, pressing her stolen breasts into your arm. "Be honest. If we weren't dating, you would've agreed, right?"

"...Yes." You muttered after a second or two.

Kaylee pressed herself closer as her stolen face got bright red. She didn't say anything, but you knew her heart was pounding. Yours was too, actually. "You're a... Good boyfriend." Kaylee whispered as she buried her face into your shoulder...

meanwhile (Henry POV)

You kicked a can across the road as you gritted your teeth. You couldn't believe how selfish Nick was! If you had some all-powerful ring, you'd share it! "Fuck that guy!" You grunted as you launched the empty can again.

"You desire the power too, don't you?" A whispery voice suddenly echoed. "Your friend betrayed you, didn't he?"

"Who are you? Where are you?!" You shouted, spinning around in place.

"Hmmph. Your spirit veins haven't yet awoken fully? How pitiful." You had no idea what this voice was saying. Spirit veins? What the shit was she talking about? "I suppose I can grant you this gift then."

Suddenly, you felt your mouth opening, prying itself apart. It refused to close, no matter how hard you tried to clamp it shut. Feeling something wet forcing itself in, you tried to pull away, as your vision grew red.

"How you feeling?" A woman asked as she pulled her head away from the kiss. A woman? No. A demon! Red skin, horns, a tail... The ability to float?! This was bad news, your skin crawling as you stood, mouth agape at the... Thing in front of you. "Your spirit veins are open now. Judging by your face, you've been lacking in your training."

"What? What are you talking about?!" You shouted. If only you had a cross, or holy water, or maybe even garlic on you. Maybe you'd be spared from this creature.

"Tell me. You are who I think, correct?" The floating demon asked.

"I have NO idea what you're talking about, or even who you are! Just spare me! Or make it quick!" You plead, knowing you have no chance.

"You truly have no idea what your lineage is. Pathetic. One Hundred generations ago, your forefathers made a pact with my kind. Power, wealth, charm. In exchange, my kind would bond ourselves to them and their children. It made travel to and from the underworld much easier that way." The woman explained.

"Really?" You asked. It was hard to believe, but just in the past hour, you found out about a ring that gave out powers. And then a sexy demon lady appeared from nowhere.

"Of course. Demons never lie. It makes deals all the more sweeter when humans try to back out." The woman said with a sinister grin. "Speaking of, I'm here to offer you a deal."

"No. In everything ever, you devils, or demons, whatever you are, you always cheat. Or lie."

"Please. All fabrications from those unworthy to be offered our deals. I've granted you magic already. What reason would I do such a thing other than to prove my sincerity?"

She had a point. As much as you didn't want to admit it. Although she could've just done it to make you easier to manipulate... "I need proof you're not stealing my soul or something."

The woman rubbed her chin before grinning. "Acceptable. My kind keeps our names a closely guarded secret. It makes binding us with incantations impossible, that way. My name is Naamah." As she said this, a tatoo appeared above the base of her tail, glowing red as it formed. "Simply use it to restrain, summon, or banish me if you wish."

"Okay. Naamah." As you said that, she flinched, her new tattoo glowing red for a second. "What's this deal, Naamah?"

Flinching again, Naamah clamped her eyes shut. "That's... Unpleasant. I merely wish to offer you the same powers as this friend of yours. However, I cannot sustain my form and gift you them."

"What do you mean? Naamah."

"Ow! I require rest inside your soul." Naamah answered. "I simply draw a seal on your chest, I reside there, and you can all the powers denied to you. Simple."

"What is going to happen to my soul with you in it, Naamah?"

"Damn! Easy on the name, please. Nothing dangerous. Your libido will rise, and you and I can communicate telepathically. Nothing else." Naamah answered.

You thought about it for a second. Trusting demons in the movies was always a bad idea, but this was real life. And, you could always bind Naamah just by saying her name. "I accept." You finally said.

Without a word, Naamah pressed her finger against your chest as your shirt unbuttoned itself. With one sharp claw, Naamah drew a heart, breaking the skin as she did. Instead of bleeding, it instead flashed a dark red light. "Prepare yourself." Naamah muttered as she flew back slightly.

Without any further warning, the demon dove back and flew headfirst into your new glowing tattoo. It hurt like Hell, but you gritted your teeth as Naamah disappeared into it, until she was gone. Instantly, you could tell you had powers. Your whole body felt different, stronger in a way. And you wanted to test them out...

Back With Nick (Nick POV)

Just as Kaylee threw off Carrie's shirt and grinned, crawling on all fours on the bed, a feeling washed over you. Shooting up, you ran over to the trashcan, feeling your lunch rise up through your throat.

"You feel it too?" Kaylee asked, shivering on the bed behind you. "That gross, sick feeling?"

"Yeah..." You groan as you lean back from your mess. "Your finger feels like it's on fire too?"

"Yeah. And, my finger. Not Carrie's." Kaylee said with a concerned look on her face. "Like the ring is reacting to something."

"Maybe because we both wore it, we both feel it?" You ask as another surge starts rising from your stomach. After another unpleasant session, you raise your head. "And I'm feeling it more because I don't have it now?" You asked, as if Kaylee would know.

"Maybe. I just feel... Gross. Like I need a shower. Not like that." Kaylee said with another shiver. "Sorry, but I'm not really feeling it anymore."

"Me neither." You admitted as the feeling passed. "You should get Carrie dressed again. If my mom walks in, it's all over."

"Yeah. Yeah." Kaylee muttered as she picked up Carrie's shirt and slid it on. "I'm staying though. If that's alright."

"Yeah. You don't feel safe alone either?" You ask, feeling your skin crawl. Kaylee shook her stolen head to reply as you sat down next to her. "What is going on?" You ask yourself...