Hi guys! This is like my third story here in fanfiction but it's my first time writing about this show so I'm pretty excited to see what you think of it.

Also, english is not my first languaje so, if you have any corrections, they would be greatly appreciated.

And about it being rated M, I think you will understand when you read it (and I have more weird shit planned for the future).

Chapter 1 – Summoning

Life had never been easy. It was a bottomless pit of despair and suffering. Joy could only be seen on small things that never lasted long… or at least, not long enough.

Friends? It was fun, but not fulfilling. Lovers? She had tried once and it was not what she expected. Family? Just one person, not enough. Motivation? Zero.

She always found fascination in other people's happiness, trying to imitate it. Parties, casual sex, spending money on useless things, masturbation, music, movies, traveling, nothing. Nothing ever worked.

She had a lack of something she didn't even know and it was the worst feeling in the world.

She could overcome the death of her parents. She could overcome basically growing on the streets with her brother, working in whatever job the people from the neighborhood could give them. Pitying them for the shitty life they had to live. Feeling bad for them on the outside, but never doing anything to really help them. She could even overcome the awfulness of an orphanage, but this was something else.

What does someone has to do when they find no further reason to live? They kill themselves, right? The idea sounded appealing to her, but still, there was something else she had to try before.

She had heard a million times about what the devil could supposedly give you in exchange of your soul. A solid price, it seemed. A bargain. But there was only one problem; is the devil even real? She had her doubts about God, so the devil was kind of in the same place, even if a part of her wanted to believe in it and the tale of his power that could grant you anything.

She made research for a whole year, day after day without resting. From black metal bands all the way to the dark net. And after a year of looking, she found the first thing that felt genuine. It wasn't a story about a famous musician who sold his soul or about a children who asked for the devil's help while in a dire situation. It was about a man who came back to life to kill another man and then his body disappeared leaving no trace. The investigation was closed without much information and it didn't make the news given how everyone thought it had to be a made up story, but it felt real for her. Who would made a story about a man coming back to life to kill another man and then disappear? Okay, it did sound made up, but it had something…

With that information, she started to investigate the case further with whatever information she could find in the same forum the story was posted.

When nothing interesting came up, she was about to give up and turn off her computer, but a sudden message she got in the forum sparkled her interest.

The message was only a link to another dark net's site, no explanation with it, and she clicked it without a care in the world.

A picture opened in the browser. A pentagram drawn with chalk and in the middle of it, a little pool of blood. Nothing else. It looked like it was made by a five year old who was told to do it and then spilled some ketchup on the middle of it.

When she was about to close the tab with the picture, another message came up.

"John 8:44. I understand and accept it."

She quickly looked for the bible verse that was on the message. It said: "You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies."

She put it together with the second part of the message and thought it was weird. Like the person who sent her the message was telling her to accept evil. But why couldn't that person copy the whole verse instead of just leading her to it? Who was this stranger? And the most important question: How did that person knew she was looking for that kind of thing? She never left messages or comments so, even if someone tracked her, they couldn't know if she was looking at that just out of curiosity or in research. Maybe that person thought it was research. Maybe they're all just crazy people. Or, the most believable explanation: maybe they sent that to the wrong person. That had to be it.

At the moment, she decided not to give it much thought and just went to sleep since it was kind of late. She still had to wake up to work, like every day of her damned life.

The next day, she woke up late for work given how her phone had died in the middle of the night. A random person in the street yelling to someone named John woke her up. It was exactly 08:44 in the morning, which she thought was weird, but she didn't have time to think about it more so she just took a quick shower and got out of the little apartment she shared with her brother.

The first thing she heard when she got out, was a woman yelling.

"God dammit John. 8:44. I got out to break at that exact time, I know it, and you don't have to tell me more. And of course I know I'm in trouble…" The woman was talking over the phone in a very dramatic way just beside her while she walked towards the bus that would take her to her job. Another coincidence, she thought.

Once she got to her job, her best friend and coworker looked at her in anger but neither of them said anything. She just put on her apron and started working as if nothing had happened. She worked at her best friend mom's cafeteria, so she knew that even if she got in trouble for getting late one time in a whole year, it wasn't so bad.

Her friend handed her a cup that had someone's name on it and gave her a ticket that said what she had to put in the cup. She filled it up with the beverage and read the name out loud so that everyone could hear her in the shop.

"John…! 8:44…?" She quickly looked at her friend with confusion and a little bit of fear. She couldn't deny it anymore. One time was weird. Two? A coincidence. Three? That seemed like too much, but she still didn't want to believe that something else was happening.

"I thought it was cool to add the time they got here and well, he has been waiting here since that hour, so just give it to him and let it go, okay?" The girl told her as if she felt ashamed for the idea she had and kept working.

Once the peak hour had gone down, both of them had nothing to do so they started chatting. The TV at the top right corner of the shop was on and the morning news were still running, as if the city had a lot to tell that day.

"So, why where you late? You know I'm not gonna tell my mom, but I do want to know. I mean, you're never late to anything." Her friend asked, taking her out of her little trip she was into in her head.

"My phone died last night and I kind of slept late so, I think my body just told me to not get up in time." Her friend looked at her in disbelief, as if she knew something weird was happening.

"You? You always have energy for everything. You're the all mighty Adora. Always ready and smiling." Oh yeah, always smiling… at least on the outside.

"Yeah, I know. Maybe I'm just getting old." She said with a little chuckle and the other girl chuckled too.

"Come on, you're only 21 and you still look like you're 18 like me, don't throw that bullshit on me." They both laughed a little with that and then resumed their normal duties on the store, cleaning and making inventory until it was time to close.

While she was on the bus, she couldn't stop thinking about the things that happened that morning. That weird coincidence stopped happening, but it still left her uneasy.

When she got home, she saw her brother on the old couch of their small living room, the one they had bought in a garage sell for a couple bucks since it was in awful condition. He was there, looking at nothing with a pale face. He turned to see her as soon as she got in and she could see him trembling.

"Hey, Adam, what happened?" She sat beside him and hugged him lightly. The man was still trembling and his skin felt cold to the touch.

"I… just saw a man die…" The room fell silent for a while, with only the sound that came from the streets filling the room. "His name was John, apparently. Someone was screaming that. His head was chopped off in the eighth street by a car wheel that just… came out of nowhere… I… just ran all the way here and threw up, then I sat. I don't know how long ago though…" At that, she started to tremble too. John, eight… she needed to know if there was a 44 somewhere in that story, so she asked, not even thinking about the traumatic experience his brother had gone through.

"Did you hear anyone say the number 44 or did you see it written somewhere at that time?" Her brother broke the hug and looked at her, surprised by her reaction to the thing he just told her.

"Before it happened I bought some things at a convenience store. I paid with a fifty and my change was 44 but, why does it matter?" Now she was the one getting pale. Now she was the one who wanted to throw up.

She got up from the couch and ran towards her little room, jumping to her bed, sinking her head in a pillow and letting out a little scream that couldn't be heard thanks to the object covering face.

That was it. Something weird was happening. Four times in a day she heard the same random combination of words. Different contexts, different places, same words and numbers.

Could it be an elaborate joke that some rich hacker was doing? Because if it was, it went too far already. A man even died for it.

It was impossible! She was crazy now. As if living depressed wasn't enough, now she was crazy too.

She saw the clock on her room and saw that she still had a couple hours before 8:44 that night, so she decided to get some chalk and wait patiently for that hour.

A pentagram was poorly drawn in her bedroom by 8:44. She took a knife she had brought from the kitchen and cut herself a little on one of her fingers, letting the blood fall in the middle of the pentagram. It was crazy, but she had to try it.

She waited for a couple of seconds in silence, looking at every corner of her room to see if something happened, and suddenly, the lights went out.

She almost yelled at the top of her lungs. Breathing heavily, she walked towards the window of her room and looked out to see that it had been a power outage and it didn't seem to have anything to do with whatever satanic shit she was trying to pull up here.

Rattled, she sat on her bed, licking her injured finger and laughing softly while she thought about how crazy she must have looked a couple minutes ago. A grown woman drawing a pentagram on the floor and then cutting herself. What did she expect? Satan himself? Yeah, sure.

She didn't even know why she thought that Satan would want her soul. It was obviously worthless. She didn't even like herself, right? Even if Satan wanted her soul, what would he give her in exchange? She was sure that it couldn't be much. Maybe a couple of sneaker bars or a big juicy steak, but nothing else, she was sure.

The lights came back and she got up from her bed, going to get the mop and some tissues to clean the mess she had made on her bedroom, but as soon as she stood up, she felt extremely tired, so she sat again, feeling dizzy.

She started to feel hot and decided to take off her shirt, lying on her bed once she had done that.

A thousand thoughts were going through her head, but she couldn't even know what they were. She could only place a couple words before a new thought came. It was as if a thousand people were trying to have a discussion on her head and it started to hurt like hell. She really felt like shit.

And before she knew it, she fell asleep…

The next morning, everything seemed normal again. She woke up at 6, like she always did, with or without her phone, and she was feeling normal again. No pain, no thoughts, no nothing, so she started to think that maybe everything that happened the day before had just been a weird dream, until she got up and saw the mess on the floor.

She decided to let everything as it was and got into the bath to take a shower. She got naked and looked at herself at the mirror for a second, noticing something weird on her arm. It was like a tattoo, a small tattoo of what looked like a little cat.

A sudden panic overcame her. She knew she didn't have any tattoos and she also knew that she hadn't done anything weird yesterday after falling asleep, so the presence of a new thing in her body really panicked her to a whole new level.

Memories of the day before passed through her head, trying to remember exactly what happened after the lights had gone out.

Was she visited by the Devil? But, why a little cat? What was the meaning of it? If she really was visited by the devil, why couldn't she remember the interaction? Nothing made sense at the moment.

She sat on the toilet, breathing heavily for a while, trying to get an explanation to everything that had been happening in the last few hours. She couldn't get any, so she decided to leave it for later. She still had a shitty life to attend to, after all.

After taking a quick shower, she got dressed and sped up to the bus stop. Once she arrived to her job she realized that her body had been working in like auto pilot or something, because she didn't remember how or when she got there, but there she was. Her thoughts were really clouding her mind and she hoped that wouldn't affect her anymore, so she did her best to stop thinking about the previous day, a task that seemed to be impossible.

The day flew by her and she found herself once again in her room with the pentagram still on the floor and the blood already dry, sitting in a rusty desk on her old PC and visiting some forums about Satanism to see if the tattoo she suddenly got had something to do with it but she had no luck. And then, on the same forum she had visited the day before, she got another message from that same mysterious person.

"John 8:44. Renounce him."

John 8:44 again. As weird as the first time. She read the verse again and again, trying to make sense of it.

"You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies." It was pretty self-explanatory to be honest but it didn't make sense according to her situation. Renounce him? Whom? God? It was pretty obvious she didn't care about him, so what the hell did everything mean? Nothing made fucking sense.

Tired of it all, she kneeled in front of the pentagram and started to pray to the devil, expecting something to happen. She asked him to stop at first. Then asked him to show himself. At last, she asked him to kill her.

Nothing…

She felt frustrated, afraid and kind of angry towards herself for doing all that weird shit. She had enough with her shitty life, and now this? Hell no, she was tired of that shit. And that's when she saw the knife.

Taking it was easy. There was no hesitation in her. She really did want to die. She really felt like there was no real reason to keep living and everyday everything seemed to get worse. Now she was even hallucinating. She had to stop it. A quick cut and lights out. No more crap.

But damn, was it hard to do in the end. Her survival instinct made her hesitate a couple of times when she was about to cut her wrist, but not because of a new found happiness due to a fear of death. She just felt a little bad about the people she left behind. Those who think she's always the "mighty" Adora who can handle it all with no problem and was always happy. Even so, that feeling of remorse went away once she remembered why she was so tired of living.

Before doing it, she thought it would be good to say a few last words as if she was praying.

"I renounce god, for the devil is my father. I belong to my father, the devil, and I want to carry out my father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies. I understand and accept it." She spoke softly, closing her eyes and taking a last deep breath.

And before she moved her hand to finish her suffering, a blinding light coming in front of her made her open her eyes in curiosity. She couldn't see anything but the light in front of her, shining like the sun. Thinking that it might be the light that was taking her to hell, she looked around, only to see that she was still in her bedroom.

The light started to fade little by little and then, another power outage happened.

Her room went dark immediately. No sound could be heard, not even those that usually came from the street.

Little by little, her eyes got used to the absence of light and she could distinguish silhouettes around her.

She was breathing heavily and sweating cold pearls of water that ran from her forehead to her chin. A shiver ran through her spine as she could see a figure standing in front of her in the darkness.

Her body froze instantly, not knowing what to do or what to say. She could only think about how she had made a huge mistake. She should have cut her wrists when she had the chance.

"Hey, Adora. I think you have a little wish for me."

And that's it for the first chapter.

Honestly, I've never written something this dark (or weird) before. When the idea formed in my head, I saw it more like a comedy (the idea came from watching Lucifer), but as I wrote it, I thought the direction of suspense and mystery suited it better.

I hope I can update within a week, but I'm not entirely sure about it (real life is a bitch so...) but I will do my best.

Your reviews will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading!