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The sounds of sizzling resounded throughout the small apartment as Hilaire poured an egg mixture into the hot pan. Lucifer demanded three meals a day, and had no problem complaining if it was not satisfactory. Today she decided to present him with one of her favourites; scrambled eggs and bacon with a little bit of maple syrup in the mix. Of course there would be a small side of ketchup too. She placed the finished food upon the plate and turned to face Lucifer. He was in the same spot he’d been for the past few days, in almost the exact same position. She frowned slightly, sighed and walked over to him. “Hey emo kid, it’s time to eat some breakfast.”

Nothing, not even an annoyed sigh. He hated it when Hilaire called him things he didn’t understand, and she had never used emo before. Hilaire raised a brow and grabbed set the plate down on the little stand beside them. She then grabbed his left horn and shook his head back and forth; making the other horn hit the window. Lucifer simply raised his hand and lightly brushed hers, as if he was trying to say go away. However, it was so weak Hilaire wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t seen him do it.

“Luci, you’re hair is on fire.” Still nothing. “Okay it’s not, but what’s your problem? You’ve said almost nothing to me for days and now you’re not even eating? And why the hell have you been scratching at night, it’s not like you’re a cat or something.”

Lucifer turned his head slowly and looked at her. There was an almost puzzled expression on his face. “I...I haven’t been scratching anything. Are you sure you heard something?”
“Of course I’m sure! It kept waking my up, so I feel asleep at work! What do you know horn-boy?” Hilaire was more scared than anything, even if it did seem like she was angry. Nothing overly weird had happened until now, and even Lucifer seemed to think it was strange. “I’m serious Lucifer, should I be spreading salt or hanging crosses or something?”
Lucifer sighed lightly, rubbed his forehead and muttered something under his breath. “It’s not something I can really explain. I’ve been hearing things too, and I’ve had this horrific feeling in my stomach. Like something isn’t how it should be.” He then began speaking to himself in a very low voice.

Hilaire sat in a chair close by and stared blankly at him. Even he didn’t know what was going on? It must have been really big then. Of course it was, especially if someone like her could feel it. But what did that mean? Could everyone hear it, or just the summoners? Had her deal gone bad and this was like a death knell? Hilaire shivered. Even if that was the case,
Lucifer would have known. A knock at the door broke the silence that had fallen upon them. Hilaire got up and slowly made her way to the door, as if in a hypnotized state. Her mind was far from the small apartment. On the other side were two men in uniforms. It hadn’t quite registered in her mind that they were police officers until they spoke. “Miss Montroe?”

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s wrong officer?” Her response was robotic, as if auto pilot had been turned on.

The men looked at each other and back to Hilaire. “We are sorry to inform you, but late last night your parents...your parents were in an accident.”
Her mind snapped back to reality, as if the elastic had been too far stretched and recoiled violently. She didn’t love her parents, but she did care about them as people she respected. “What? What kind of accident? Are they ok?”

Lucifer walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder; though it was clear his mind was as far gone as hers had been just a moment before.

The officer who had spoken cleared his throat. “A car crash mam. I’m sorry, but they didn’t make it. We were instructed to bring this to you. The man who gave this to us says he is for your loss, and regrets that he could not bring this to you in person.” The officer held out a large, thick manila envelope. Hilaire took the envelope in her shaky hands and muttered a quiet thank you. The officers nodded, gave their condolences once more and left.
Hilaire ended up sitting at the edge her bed, and she assumed Lucifer had taken her there. Her thin fingers opened the envelope and she pulled out the papers. On the top was a letter. She read it to herself and looked up at Lucifer.

“Hil, what is it?” Lucifer had honest concern in his voice, something as rare as a double moon. He’d never seen her quite like this; he couldn’t even quite categorize it.

“Well...looks like you got your wish horn boy. We’re moving.” Her eyes were back on the letter. “Says here that due to some really complicated stuff I don’t really understand, I get everything; the house...the money...everything.” Her hands fell to her lap where the deed to the house and some other papers lay.

“This can only mean one thing then.” Lucifer’s face turned extremely serious, and Hilaire became very worried very quickly. Could her parent’s death have something to do with what was going on?

“What Lucifer?”

“Shopping spree.”

Not a moment later Lucifer was rubbing his arm and grumbling, while Hilaire began washing the dishes from breakfast. “Eat your damned eggs so you can help me pack emo kid.”

Suddenly, you awaken. You are alone. A look at your clock reveals it is midnight--outside the window, the full moon is dark; a streetlight flickers and dies. You feel eyes on your back, and you realize that someone is in your room. There is a soft mumbling, words unintelligible, monstrous--like an inhuman throat is trying to produce human words. Turning slowly, you see a dark shadow in a corner, rocking itself back and forth. Back and forth.

Any attempt to illuminate the monster is thwarted; the darkness of its corner is impenetrable. Your demon does not answer your calls. When you speak to the figure, it doesn't answer, unless there's a slight alteration in the unintelligible mumbling.

Finally, when you approach the shadow-monster, it vanishes.

There is no trace it was ever there.