Crowley managed to find five crossroads in the town he arrived in. He performed the ritual that would inform him whenever a mortal placed the box that held the required items in it in the center. It was a start, and he had a place as well. So far though, no humans had done the act of summoning him yet, and it was infuriating. “Damn, what am I doing wrong here?” Crowley pondered, pacing back and forth. In the living room, laid Navarro on the floor, and next to him, rested Sombra, happily munching on the corpse of the man who Crowley possessed wife.
Within the week Sombra learned some English, surprising Crowley, but could still communicate with Hellhounds, and other animals surprisingly. As Sombra bit into the lung of his “Chew toy” and looked up at Crowley. “Maybe… spread a rumor?” Sombra suggested.
“No, if I spread a rumor and they see this host they’ll know who it is and be after me.”
“Arf, woof, growl.” (Then find a host to make the deals with.)
“Navarro says to just find another meat suit to make the deals with.” Sombra translated for Nevarro.
“Huh...that could work.” Crowley thought. He then looked at Sombra. “Or maybe...you can make the deals,” Crowley suggested, making Sombra look at him.
“Wait? What? How?”
“You somehow had the power to teleport us out of hell in a second, so I can teach you how to make the deals to lay claim on a soul, while this meat suit spreads word about a demon that makes deals at crossroads.”
“Well...how do you make the deals?” Sombra asked, using the rug to wipe off some of the fresher blood.
“Simple, you write down the basic mumbo-jumbo of a standard contract, the name of you, the contract holder, the mortal whose soul is the item of purchase in exchange for our service, then, you get a link to their soul, a massive surge of power used to make their wish happen. Be it, bringing back a long-dead loved one, skill in any field, wealth beyond imagination. Include all that in their contract and then, seal it with a kiss.”
“A...kiss?” Sombra questioned. “What’s that?”
“A thing mortals do. Basically, press your lips against theirs.”
“But I can’t reach their lips.”
Crowley hated to admit it, but that was true. Sombra was only a foot tall. An Idea came to his mind. “How about...Maybe. Nah, just make them bend down or pick you up.”
“Fine. So...how do I make the contract on their soul?”
“Your demonic energy, it’s magic so it will be automatic. Just make sure you don’t forget to give them their years.”
“Years?”
“My god you’re stupid. Yes, once the terms are made you tell them how many years they have to live after the deal is made before a Hellhound, in this case, Nevarro, will come for their soul. Typically it’s ten years, and if it’s such a stupid thing to sell a soul for just let them live for however long they have left. In rare cases, you have to give them a year, and in a unique cases, it requires payment...upfront.”
“Oh. Alright. Should I shower first?”
“Yes. Please do that, you’re filthy.” Sombra got up, walking outside to the washtub and started pumping water into it with his magic.
Crowley rolled his eyes. “Well, he’s a child...but at least he knows how to clean himself. And not like you do Nevarro.”
“Grrrr.”
“Don’t even go there, I’ve seen you clean yourself. Animal.”
Crowley did his job, the rumor got spread fast and finally, a human was performing the summoning. She was a young lass. Brown hair, white nightgown, green eyes. She had a gardening spade and buried the box with the required items. With that done, she waited.
Sombra felt something tug at him...then, he found himself looking at the woman who summoned Crowley, or him, being a substitute. “Hello?” Sombra said, the woman turning around.
At first, she saw nothing. Then she looked at Sombra, and her expression changed from nervous to confused. “Um...are you...a demon?”
“Sorta. I have the powers of one, without actually being one.”
“So...a tiny demon horse?”
“I guess. So, what do you want?”
The woman shook her head, trying to gain some composure. “Well...there’s this man I love, but he had eyes for a woman with a larger...figure. I was wondering if you could give me a body better than hers and have him fall in love with me?”
“Alright, what’s your name, and his?”
“My name is Elisa Delmark, and his name is John Ledwith.”
“Alright. Well, I guess that gives you...fifteen years.”
“Left to live? I heard it would be ten years?”
“Yeah, but a better body and love is kinda...pointless.”
“To a demon maybe.”
“Eh. So, we have a deal?”
“Yes. So...how does it work? A han-Hoof shake or?”
“A kiss.”
“A kiss?! But...you’re so small...and not even close to looking human.”
“I know. Not my rules.”
“So...how?”
“Lips.”
“I get that, I just...should I lift you up or bend down or…?”
“Either is alright with me.”
“You are...surprisingly kinda nice.” Elisa said, picking up Sombra. She was hesitant but eventually forced herself to kill the tiny demonic pony.
Sombra, once the kiss was in action, felt a rush. He could see the soul inside her becoming engraved with the contract, the terms, names, and time until collection. The rush of power centered itself in his body then, it was flung into Elisa, half of it anyway, the rest was flung off towards town. Once that happened, Elisa’s body started to change. Her height grew three inches, her chest expanded to three times her old one, her hips and thighs also grew, creating a very well curved body that evened out her larger chest. When she broke the kiss, and looked upon her body, and screamed with joy. “My god! I...I’m a slut! I love it!” She cheated, kissing Sombra again out of happiness. “What about John?”
“I felt energy flowing out towards town. Go check.” Sombra said as Elisa abruptly dropped him and ran towards town. “Ouch…” Sombra moaned, getting back up and dusting himself off.
“Well done Sombra.” Crowley said, appearing next to Sombra and picking him up. “I think we will make a great team.”
“What do I get out of it?”
Crowley laughed. “When did you get smart. Heh, easy. I have plans Sombra. Plans to become. A. King. And you will be there right by my side.”
“As a prince?” Sombra questioned.
Crowley, on the inside, tried not to laugh at the stupidity of the question, but merely grinned. “Sure, Crowley and Sombra, the king and prince of the Cross Roads, and someday...king and prince of hell.”