I woke up without opening my eyes, feeling something silky and soft underneath me. After feeling the slight impression from where I had slept since I was eight, I realized I was on my bed. I was confused on how I had ended up on my bed, then came to the conclusion that I had dreamed the whole demon summoning thing.

"Fucking felt real though." I sat up and stretched out my long arms, letting out a yawn.

"What felt real?" Came a proper, gentlemanly voice from the foot of my bed. My eyes shot open and I saw the tall, red form of Alastor. He was sitting in a black leather chair that I didn't recognize. How he got the thing into my room was something I didn't want to try making sense of.

"Oh...so it wasn't a dream." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as Alastor let out a chuckle. He must of realized what I meant.

"No dear Anthony, our little chat wasn't a dream." The deer stood up, and the plush chair disappeared.

"Wait," I suddenly realized that the light coming into the room was gentle and bright, it had been night when I went to summon Alastor, "Why are we in my room?"

"Like quite a few of the mortals I have made contracts with, you blacked out from what I assume was the overwhelming force of my power." Alastor had made his way to the side of my bed, and seemed to be searching for any signs of illness. Had the circumstances been different, I might have thought he was checking me out.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I pointed to the spot where the chair had been.

"Yes," Alastor didn't seem to find anything strange about it.

"Why?"

"I don't sleep. I find it interesting when others do. Pardon me if I overstepped any boundaries." I couldn't believe this, the demon I pulled out of Hell was apologizing for something that to him, was perfectly fine.

"It's fine, but how did you know where my room was?"

"My dear fellow, I'm one of the most powerful contract demons in Hell. Is that a good enough answer?"

"Fair." I tossed my blanket off and threw my legs over the edge of my bed, "Did anyone knock while I was sleeping?" I stretched out my arms one last time as I stood hoping, praying to God that my sister or mom hadn't seen this guy in my bedroom.

"Yes, a pale fellow with dark hair. He opened the door and saw you sleeping, but of course he didn't see me. I guess he decided to just leave you be since he left without a word." My eyes rolled out of habit. What the fuck had Arthur been snooping for this time?

"That would be my older brother. I love Arthur and all, but ever since Dad started grooming him to take over the family business, he's been a real pain in the ass. Dad sends him to spy on me sometimes." The reasons behind the spying was because Dad wanted to make sure I didn't have any other guys in my room.

"Is that the reason you want him dead because he's manipulating your brother?" I felt my eyes shoot out at Alastor. Why the fuck did this prick care about why I wanted my dad dead?

"Honestly Al, it's none of your business why I want him dead. I don't see why you need to dig into my business." His smile still plastered onto his face, the deer simply shrugged and began looking around my room. I guess he didn't care as long as he got the soul I agreed to get for him.

"So Anthony, since you are awake now, shall we discuss how you wish to end your father's life?" Alastor was standing by the window, gazing into the street beyond. This may have just been the my eyes still adjusting to the light, but I swear I saw his shadow grin at me, like I was going to be it's next meal.

"I haven't really thought of a specific way, but I want it to be slow and painful. I wanna watch the life drain out of the fucker's eyes, and I want him to see me while he goes. I want his last moments to spent looking at me laughing as he dies knowing that I'm the one who killed him." I hadn't realized until I was finished talking, but my hand had grabbed at my hair, pulling on it as I spoke. I guess I was a little touchy on the subject.

"My, my, this fellow sure did something to upset you. If I was a mortal, I might be a bit fearful to cross you." Sarcasm was dripping from Alastor's voice. This deer may be nice to look at, but he was a pretty big asshole.

"You got any ideas, or are you just gonna stand there and be a smart ass?" I felt my hands fly to my hips as I gave the deer another hard glare. Of course he didn't find this the least bit intimidating.

"Oh I have some ideas, quite a few actually." Alastor began pacing the floor on either sides of the windows. My arms crossed in front of me as I followed his trial with my eyes. A microphone also fashioned like a cane appeared in his right hand, and he used it to gently beat his left hand. If I had to guess, he was thinking over what murder methods to present to me.

"How does me using my power to slowly tear him limb from limb sound?" Alastor stopped and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I rubbed my chin and thought over it, than shook my head.

"Nah, doesn't feel right. He'd probably die from blood loss before you finished anyway." Alastor nodded in agreement before he went back to pacing. Thanks to the large amount of floor space my bedroom provided, he had plenty of space to walk without turning every five steps.

"Is there anything your father fear, something that he just can't stand being in the same room with?"

"Spiders! He can't even kill them himself, he has to get someone else to do it for him!" It was kind of funny that the head of the Italian mafia was scared of spiders, but that was my dad for you.

"Spiders, I can work with that." Alastor stopped his pacing and stood to think now. His grin had turned into a closed lip smile. I could almost see the gears in his head, turning as he thought of the various ways we could off dear old dad with spiders.

"I've got it!" A triumphant grin broke out on the deer's face.

"Yeah?"

"Come here." Alastor motioned for me to stepped closer to him. As weird as it was that he wanted to whisper the murder method to me, he was the one who had to power to even commit the murder, so I did as he wanted. He leaned in, close enough for me to hear his breathing, that is if he had been breathing. All that greeted my ears was silence, then he told me. The method was incredibly unique, and extremely cruel, and yet so perfect. It was just what that old dick wad deserved, and as I watched it play out in my head, I couldn't stop a smirk from breaking out on my face.

"Do you like it?" Alastor leaned away from me as he asked, "Judging by that smile on your face, I'd say you do!"

"It's perfect, I can't wait to see the old bastard's face!" As fucked up as it may seem, I felt like I was high off of some amazing drug.

"Now that we have how he will die figure out, we should figure out when we-" Alastor was cut off by a speedy knocking on my door.

"Anthony?" The light, cheer filled voice of my sister called through my door, "What are you still doing in bed? Mom made breakfast already, and it's your favorite!"

"Okay Molly, I'll be down in a second!" I hoped she couldn't hear my panic. I had gotten so caught up in my plans with Alastor, I had completely forgotten about the rest of my family. I needed to get downstairs quick, otherwise Mom would come storming up the stairs, demanding to know who had upset me. That was the thing about my mom, she thought the first sign of weird behavior in her kids meant something was up, and asses needed to be kicked.

"Will you be fine if I leave you alone for a bit?" I spoke to Alastor in a whisper, not wanting to risk Molly hearing me. Alastor seemed to think the same thing, and merely replied with a nod. Wasting no time, I rushed out the door and bounded down the steps. I narrowly missed Molly as I landed on the first floor.

"Watch it Anthony, you almost flattened me!" Molly called down.

"Sorry Mols!" I was hoping I was acting the way I normally would if I had overslept. It's strange how the most natural things felt strange after you summoned a literal fucking demon and had him stay up in your bedroom.