Two months into panicking and avoiding all human life forms as best as he could, Bill felt the gentle tug of a summons.

No, no, no

"Ehe," Bill chuckled awkwardly to Will, who'd noticed his twin was avoiding him for some reason and had given him no chance to dissappear on him the whole day long. "I forgot my English books at school. I'll be right back."

With that he sprinted back into the school they'd just walked out of, not giving Will a chance to react. He turned a corner, out of Will's sight, as the tug got stronger. The halls were near deserted, all the students either having gone home already or still in a lesson.

He was breathing hard as he stopped and leaned against a wall in the thankfully empty corridor, focusing entirely on resisting the tug.

But he knew it wouldn't be enough. The circle to summon him had a one hundred percent succes rate if it was done correctly. He was playing tug-o'-war with something made to win.

He'd never been summoned before. He knew what to do, but that didn't mean he wanted it. He didn't want to make a deal with some poor desperate guy!

Bill punched the metal locker next to him with force, and bit back a cry. The pain gave him something to focus on. Right now, he had to do this. It was either be summoned as a very recognizable boy or as a demon. There was no choice to be made, not really.

Fine. I'll just be quick about it. No theatrics.

Without a sound, Bill had disappeared from the hall. In a creepy basement somewhere in Europe, a yellow triangle opened its single eye.

"Oh hi there, Theo! You wanted me?"

Bill didn't know or care which language he was speaking. He only cared that it was something the man in front of him understood.

Theo backed away and stammered in fear. Bill would have shook his head if he had one. If you're going to summon a demon, at the very least go through with it.

For some reason, Bill was calmer now. There was no Will or Dad to hide from here. Like he was now, he was incognito, and he would stay it until either he willingly changed back, ran out of power or died.

There was really nothing to worry about.

The man had scrambled up and collected himself, and nervously rattled off a deal. Bill went through it thoroughly and adapted it a bit, like he'd learned from his memories, to which the guy hastily agreed without thinking it through. Dumb.

When they shook hands a rush of power flowed through Bill, and he glowed. This... Was it really that bad to help people like this?

This rush of power- it was addictive. But somehow that didn't matter anymore. Did anything really matter right now!

"Alright, that's done. Seeya, Theo!" Bill waved cheerily, but the man shouted, "Wait!" before Bill could disappear.

"What?" The impatient demon responded. If he didn't get back soon, Will might notice him missing.

"You haven't fulfilled your side of the bargain yet." The man was a bit bolder now, still creeped out but less afraid.

"Of course I have." Bill gestured to behind Theo. "There's the money. Have fun."

Just before he disappeared and left the bewildered man with his pile of riches("Wha-? When did-) he caught a conversation outside the house.

"Are you sure this is where the tip came from, Captain?"

"Certain. Get ready to move in."

Bill smirked and before he knew it he found himself in America again, humanized and all organs in place. That greedy bastard got what he deserved, a long prison sentence for grand theft, that is.

(and so what if it was really Bill who stole it? The law had gotten it back and caught a criminal. Technicalities were technicalities.)

He did shiver as he stood there, leaning against the wall. The adrenaline Bill hadn't noticed was there was ebbing away and he felt disgust well up in his throat. That form... He'd never taken it before. It felt strange, raw. He felt vulnerable.

But he couldn't dwell on it. Will was waiting for him, probably.

It was going fine. He was fine. Bill laughed a bit as he remembered how scared he'd been of a single summons. It gave him confidence.

He could deal with this.

-meanwhile in a basement somewhere-

Officer Terwin sighed as his gaze moved over the creepy basement. He'd heard horror stories about Satanists going crazy and offering children to the devil; luckily this one was just delusional.

"The demon did this!" The man screeched to his left, struggling against the two officers trying to bring him outside. "The triangle! It was the triangle!"

Nobody in the room paid much attention to him, except for some sympathetic mutters. The guy needed help, clearly. It was impressive how much he'd managed to steal in this state.

Terwin let his eyes wonder over to the haphazard pile of riches against the back wall, and called over to the assistant placed there. "We got an identification yet?"

"It's strange, sir!" The man called back. "It looks like it came from the Redfurt vaults, but there was never a report of it being stolen."

Before Terwin could answer, the thief stopped struggling and gave him an intense stare. "Beware the demon." He said, holding his ground, keeping his gaze even as he was pushed toward the exit. "Beware the demon, it will come for you, itwillcomeforyouitwillcomeforyou..."

The man broke off into mutterings as he let himself be dragged away finally. Terwin shook his head with a pitying glance.

Guys like that couldn't be reasoned with.