A demon is summoned to a popular Twitch stream
“As you can see guys, I have just summoned Natreth, Demon of Mayhem and Terror. If you haven’t already, you should start following my channel, trying to hit a goal of $10,000 a day from tips, and all of your donations really — “
A white orb came from the poor fool’s mouth, effectively blocking his ability to speak. His eyes went bloodshot as he desperately grasped at his chest. He tried to let out a scream, but the body does not accept the order of that of which there is no soul. I moved my fingers seductively, calling to his soul. All he could do was twitch his head, a small infinitesimal shake, begging me not to continue. I breathed in deeply, absorbing his soul. All in a day’s work.
I looked around his sloppy room, posters were strewn across the wall, an incredibly comfy looking chair, and a computer with multiple monitors. One of the monitors was flashing wildly. Another showed a room in which a demon was — Oh. Another showed me on screen in his room. I took a closer look at his setup.
Thousands upon thousands of comments were being added to a chat on one side. Fast as they were moving, I was able to discern one word show up more often than any other: Fake.
“Hmm,” I muttered.
His subscriber count was climbing rapidly and he got thousands of dollars in donations, all within the span of me standing in front of the screen. I looked around the screen and found his username plastered on multiple corners.
“Bingo It’s Ringo?” I asked to no one in particular. Pretty sad name. I looked at the corpse on the floor, it’s fingers slightly twitching after its soul’s untimely removal. I looked directly at the camera. I wanted to say something clever. Something to spook the viewers, make them believe that it was actually real. While I pondered, I was sucked away from the room.
I had never been re-summoned so soon. I towered before a young man screaming,
“AHH!! DUDES!! DUDES!! IT ACTUALLY WORKED! I SWEAR THIS ISN’T FAKE! I SUMMONED NATRETH! WHAT DO I — “ his voice caught on his soul as I tore it out of him. I wasn’t nearly as gentle with him and his eyes exploded on removal. His body twitched vigorously on the floor. I looked to the camera as I felt the inspiration come over me,
“Guess that’s why they call it Twitch.”
Again, the chat exploded in response. I began to wonder how I was summoned to two people’s houses so soon. There had never been less than a two-week gap. Perhaps my book of dark summoning had made its way as a PDF on —
“AHHHHHH!!!! I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD WO — “ I tore off the girl streamer’s head, not being nearly patient enough with having had her summon me so soon. Her blood soaked her camera, covering whatever results she had on stream. This was bad. Each steamer must have seen the original stream and was using the same summoning incantation as BingoItsRingo. If they continued at this rate, I could be —
“Oh my God. Bros, he’s actually — “ before I could slice his heart out, I was summoned again.
“WOOAAAHHH!! Ok, thirty squats like I promised, babes — “ and then summoned again.
“Look at the side of this guy, guys he’s — “ and again.
“He’s really real!!”
I looked around this boy’s room maniacally. He couldn’t have been older than 14. I quickly pulled out his soul and searched for a way out. I had to shut off my summoning somehow. If two people —
Before I could finish the thought, it happened.
I was summoned to two places simultaneously. My body was ripped apart, each half going to a different location. On arrival, I crashed onto a streamer’s waterbed. I was nothing but my head and shoulders.
“Whoa. Sick,” the streamer said, scooting his chair back a couple of inches. In the last moments of my life, I witnessed the end of his stream as well.
“All right guys, that’s all I have for now. I’ll see you all tomorrow for more cool life hacks like today’s demon summoning. Peace out!”