Call Me Forth

Jm Paquette

Description

By Chance Meeting turned Fated Destiny…


The demon known as Mr. Pilkington was only in town to meet up with an old friend. He did not expect to get caught up in human drama.


Between a rival witch, a lucky magician, and a fascinating teenage girl, Pilkington has his hands full. Events here will lead to a future that he may not be ready to face.


This story is a glimpse into the world of the Conjuring Fascination series—the story continues in Invite Me In!

Sujets

• Adulte
• Suggestif
• Fantastique
• Romance fantastique
• Bit-Lit
• Romance
• Romance Fantasy
• Romance paranormale
• Romance policière
• Paranormal
• Fiction
• Vampires
• Romance fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 01 novembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781644501146
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Call Me Forth
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Print ISBN: 978-1-644 50-113-9
EBook ISBN: 978-1-644 50-114-6




Dedication
Because demons need love too.


C hapter One
T he demon known as Mr. Pilkington stands at the edge of the pier, enjoying the ocean breeze as it toys with the long dark hair of his human form. His body is young this time, a teenager, and he relishes the sensations as he always does when he returns to the mor tal realm.
He glances down at his body, noting the ripped jeans with dismay, certainly a far cry from the polished suits he normally chooses for his visits. But the t-shirt is acceptable, even a bit humorous, considering the purpose for this particular engagement. Besides, no one would question a teenager wearing a KISS shirt when the band is set to perform nearby tonight. He will blend in with a dozen other young men, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the aging rockers as they arrive, maybe during sound check before the security guards appear, shooing them away to make way for ticke t holders.
Should I visit before or after the show?
Phenex wouldn’t be happy to see him—he never is, especially when Mr. Pilkington reminds him of his obligations, potentially affecting the quality of the show. Then again, it might inspire the performer to sing his best, infusing his music with more power. The band aren’t the superstars they were in the previous decades, but they still hold enough sway to fill the small stadium on the pier. Some fans will be there for nostalgia, recalling their younger, wilder days, while others are a growing generation of new listeners. Phenex should nurture that new interest, grooming a younger following. Sometimes, it seems to Mr. Pilkington that Phenex has forgotten himself, sinking into his identity as Paul and abandoning his tru e purpose.
Feeling the human body he inhabits, the demon understands how such a thing is possible. Humans are fascinating, human bodies even moreso. Phenex has inhabited his for several decades now. No doubt he feels himself increasingly more like them.
A chat with his old mentor should remind him of his real purpose in the mortal realm. Or the sight of a fellow demon will upset him and put him off his game.
It’s been a long time since Mr. Pilkington attended a live show, and he wants to enjoy the experience. It’s decided, then. He will wait and make his visit after the show.
The delay gives him time to kill, so he wanders the pier and the rest of the amusement park perchin g atop it.
Such a strange place, he thinks, watching a young man throw darts at a wall filled with balloons. His lady friend stands nearby, her face hopeful but not truly believing he will pop a balloon and win her a stuffed prize. Besides, she doesn’t want stuffed animals anyway , Mr. Pilkington senses; she wants more from her young man than material po ssessions.
She wants certain words, words that Mr. Pilkington knows the young man will never s ay to her.
Human desires are so simplistic at times. If only they’d speak them aloud to one another, so much tragedy could be avoided. He looks over the couple, deciding they will never speak their desires. Should I just separate them now so they can start over with someone else who will give them what they want? It would be easy enough to do: a small whisper here, the slightest suggest ion there.
“You have the look of a devil at work,” a young girl’s voice sa ys to him.
Mr. Pilkington nearly startles, if such a thing is possible for a demon as old as he, and yet, he turns and considers th e speaker.
A young girl stands there, maybe thirteen years old. Her blonde hair straight and tucked behind her ears, her big blue eyes consider him with a seriousness that doesn’t match her youth.
“What do you know of devils?” he asks her.
She shrugs, her faded, black band t-shirt hanging loosely around her small form. She shuffles her feet as she kicks one foot, then the other, her sneakers battered beneath her cutoff jean shorts. “I know enough,” she says, giving him another wise-beyond-her-years looks. “You are up to no good.”
“Am I?” he asks, delighted by this brave, small creature, speaking to him as though he’s just another mortal. “And what do you think I ’m doing?”
She shifts her glance from him to the young couple, the woman dutifully cooing over her small stuffed bear even though Mr. Pilkington knows she is disappointed. “You were going to do something, weren’t you? Something to them ?” she asks, nodding her head toward the couple, who have started to move along the pier to other distractions like cotton candy and face painting.
The demon gives the girl a sterner look. She doesn’t seem to have the Sight, nor does he sense any magic coming off her. But there is something…
He pauses.
It’s been a long time since his last visit. Perhaps some things have changed. “What a strange creature you are,” he observes.
“I’m not a creature. I’m Sylvia,” she introduces herself, holding out her hand.
Mr. Pilkington takes it, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, very aware of his human body and its teenage hormones. If he were truly the fourteen year old boy he resembles, he might want to impress her, make her laugh. This desire is fa scinating.
“You give your name very freely, young Sylvia, and it is a true name. That is very trusting of you.” He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it before letting her go. “You honor me.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you my name?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “How would you know what to call me then?”
“I admire your practicality,” he admits, “but I’ll call you anything you wish. Your true name is a secret. Not everyone should know it , Arusha .”