Vashka: Demon Protector

Vashka looked down at his new motorcycle grinning. It was made of two human witch skeletons. One skeleton had his arms twisted painfully back and up to serve as the handle bars, his head was the first wheel rolling between shoulder blades. The same skeleton had his back arched and his butt in the air as a seat for Vashka to sit upon. His legs hung straight down in a 90o angle; his feet to be used as stirrups.

The second skeleton was backwards in the same position as the first skeleton. His head serving as a rear wheel, his arms were also twisted painfully back and up, but to be used as the back of Vashka’s seat. His legs also hung down in a sharp 90o angle for his feet to be used as stirrups as well.

A little bit of demon magick kept them welded as one and from breaking apart. When Vashka wanted more speed; he squeezed the fingers together sending a jolt of pain to his bike, which if one skeleton felt pain they both felt it and consciously they would use their magick to gain more speed.

That’s right though both skeletons flesh has fallen off a long time ago they were both still conscious, thinking beings. Their brains protected by their skulls. They were doomed to spend an eternity in the demon realm, Vashka’s realm.

Over the roar of the wind Vashka thought he heard something. He put on black leather boot on the base of the skull slowing down his motorcycle of death. Vashka sat still listening while his long black hair blew in the wind. His muscular tan neck cocked to the side listening intently while his black orbs narrowed to small slits.

“Vashka, come to me.”

Vashka jerked recognizing what was going on. He tried to flex his fingers to drive away, but he couldn’t move them. He felt his body on its own accord jump off the bike heading towards that rich throaty voice.

“No!” Vashka yelled trying to fight the summons. Hoping if he got angry enough his anger would help still his muscles and the summoner would grow tired and stop.

“Vashka, I summon you. Come to me.”

Vashka gritted his teeth as he took a small step forward. Vashka felt as though his body was filled with a hot burning metal flowing through his veins and the summoner’s voice was a strong magnet drawing him towards them against his will. With every step he took towards that alien voice the hot burning pain would lessen making Vashka almost want to go that voice just to relieve his pain.

“Vashka, I summon you to me now!”

With a frustrated cry Vashka went to that voice feeling the familiar sensation of his skin being splashed in a cold liquid that burned more than soothe. With a jerk Vashka appeared in a semi-dark bedroom that was illuminated by candles, so that shadows danced on the walls. To his left was an unmade bed with blue covers and white sheets, a wooden desk with a computer sitting on top of it, and a small matching wooden bookshelf. Vashka smirked as he looked around the untidy room.

“Shit, it work,” a voice on the floor cried.

Vashka looked down at the human woman staring up at him with wide hazel eyes. She was slender in an almost starving way with her long dark brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail. His eyes traveled down her body drinking in her black wife beater tee she was wearing. It was the ladies version and it formed her breasts beautifully, erotically. Making Vashka want to rub his hand over them and stroke her nipples into hard peeks. Vashka’s eyes roamed even further down to see lacy black panties barely covering her small tan bum. 

Vashka lazily took his time drinking her in. He took a step and stopped quickly when he realized his predicament. He noticed he was looking at everything in a red transparent haze. Fuck, he thought, she bind me. Vashka looked down to see the pentagon and stiffened. The human used a lot of salt to make the binding circle. Either she was a very strong witch who knew to protect herself from him or a very incompetent one. This much salt would have driven a lesser demon insane.

Vashka’s eyes flickered to the yellow and black book at her feet. Reading the title upside he almost choked. Demons for Dummies. He was bound by a human woman, not a witch and she was a stupid human. Vashka made a mental note of the authors’ names. He was going to pay them a visit when he got out of this mess with the human girl.

Vashka slowly lowered himself to his knees looking deeply into the young woman’s eyes very much aware of his surroundings unlike her. As he stared at her he could smell the sudden panic coming from her in waves. Vashka intentionally let the black widen in his pupils becoming darker and bigger. He heard her take in a deep breath holding it. He tapped his home realm and his irises reflected a wild fire burning in them.

She gasped and kicked the book into the circle. Vashka smiled as he reached out to touch it. She darted forward and grabbed it before Vashka could even feel its texture, clutching it to her chest.

Vashka was impressed by how quick she was. “What do you want?”

She looked at him blankly. “I..I didn’t think it would work.”

Vashka inwardly groaned. He had been summoned by a human, a stupid human, who summoned him for shits and giggles. “Human woman this is a very good binding circle.” He replied his tone belying his emotions. 

“The book says you can’t hurt me if you are in it,” her voice quivered as she spoke.
“Very true, I can’t get out unless,” Vashka prompted.

“Unless, I release you,” her statement came out as a question as she flipped through the book double checking her answer.

“Yes, or,” Vashka prompted again pointedly looking at where the book had slid into the circle and where she had pulled it back spreading the salt everywhere.

“The circle is broken.”

“Exactly!” Vashka lifted on leather boot and stepped out of the circle grinning.

“Shit!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had human flesh.” Vashka grinned wider.

Vashka took another step smelling her fright. It was like an aphrodisiac. The girl crab walked backwards till she hit the wall. Vashka followed the smile never leaving his face. She stood up her back still pressed against the wall. Vashka opened his mouth showing it full of sharp teeth.

“Stop. I summoned you and you have to do as I bid.” Vashka stared at her hesitating. The girl took that moment to shove the book into Vashka’s face. “See I summoned a protector. You, Vashka the protector.”

Vashka looked to see his name in print. Oh yeah the authors were going to get his wrath. ‘Did you read the full page,” he asked as his owns eyes scanned it.

“Uh, no, I needed protection and your name says ‘Vashka, the protector.’”

Vashka pointed out with his fingers on the page, “Of tormented souls. I collect them and protect them from leaving my realm. It’s an ironic pun.” He smiled as her face fell.

“Please don’t eat me.”

Vashka’s eyes rummaged over her body. She reminded him of someone he once knew. A demon not a witch. Curiosity got the better of him, “Why do you need protection?”