All I could think about is how Salem tricked me with that letter. How could he do that to me?! He knows as well as everyone else that I needed a break from all the stress and he goes and does this! This is so much worse than when he was in my body(long story) and ate fish! I was vomiting for days! I'm so pissed off, I want to throw something, but can't, for doing so will have someone come here and realize that I'm not who I say I am. So I settled for the next best thing, I screamed into a pillow. Yes, really. I screamed into a pillow like a typical teenager. Christ, Salem got me pissed off at the time.
It took four minutes for me to stop screaming in rage and that was when I realized I had tears streaming down my cheeks. Whether they were tears of sadness because I realized the truth or anger because of Salem, I don't know because I wiped them off my face. All I just know is that I starting to believe that if Salem wrote that letter and made it seem like it was from Sabrina, then that means he was joking about avoiding the 'Devil' too. Christ, I don't know if I can trust him anymore, after what he pulled.
As if on cue, Salem walked in the room via the door, which was slightly closed. "Hey, I know you're mad at me." Salem said. "Oh, really. Understatement of the year." I said sarcastically. "But when I wrote that letter, I thought you would've give advice, since you usually do that anyways." Salem said. "Yeah, and I should remind you that this was supposed to be a stress-free year at Warlock Academy." I said, still frustrated about the situation.
"I know. And I want to say I'm sorry." Salem said. That shocked me. In my thirteen years of life, I never thought I see the day that Salem would apologize to me. "I'm sorry that you took the letter seriously. That you came all the way here because of me." Salem said. I sensed his emotions and can tell he was telling the truth. "Ok, I forgive you. Just don't do that again." I said to the former warlock. "I promise." Salem said.
"So what about the 'Devil'? Am I suppose to avoid her too?" I asked him. "Yes! Stay away from her! Hmm, why did you ask that anyway?" Salem asked. I pulled out the three books and showed them to Salem. "Can you see the words in the pages?" I asked him, hoping that my suspicions were wrong. He took a moment for each one before shaking his head. "No, am I suppose to?" He said. "Great, of course I'm the one who can see the words." I said as Salem patted my shoulder.
Soon one of the books, the one that acts like a G.P.S. opened up. "Like, Z-zabini man. The 'Devil' is over here." The book said. I looked at it and was shocked. The dot labeled the 'Devil' was now near Witch Academy, in a graveyard in the woods. But how did she got so close? She was deep in the Netherworld when I was checked. Wait, the ad, it must had something to do with this.
I opened the book that details the 'Devil's deeds and read the very last page. "No, no, no." I muttered under my breath. "What, what's wrong?" Salem asked me. "The 'Devil is near us." I said as I read the page. Yep, my theories are confirmed. If the ad was played completely, the 'Devil' would appear near the area it was played at. Great, so I summoned the 'Devil' near us. Why me?
"Salem, I know it's dumb to do this, but I need to go to where the 'Devil' is. I need to at least try to fix this." I said as I try to find a page that will say "Hey, here a way to fix this whole mess!" Yeah right, as if that would happen. Suddenly a page showed up with a words on it. I read the page.
It said that the only way to get to the 'Devil' is by saying her name three times. Great, this whole situation is exactly like Tim Burton's Beetlejuice. Oh well, got nothing to lose. "Aaron, I know you feel like you need to fix this mess, but please don't do this." Salem begged me. "Look, I won't make a deal with her. I'll just ask her to leave." I said to him.
"That's what the last person tried! He's in the book you have right now!" Salem said, pointing to the book I was holding, the one that acts like a G.P.S. I, however, already made up my mind.
I repeated the same words three times, the same words that I wished I didn't say at all. The same words that is the name of the 'Devil'. "Madison, Madison, Madison!" I said before the room swirled around me.
? Perspective, Many Years Ago
"Zinkies, Scoob. Like, where are we going to get the mayo for all these sandwiches." I asked, only for my best pal Scoob to throw up all the mayo.
"Well, that like happened."
Soon, something just popped out of nowhere, saying that our souls are hers. And she put me in a book for some reason. Like, I wondered what she did to Scoob?