Chapter Four

Olivia was taken aback by what Azazel had just revealed to her. The shock and horror on her face were evident as she stuttered, "What? No, that's... that's not what I want," and took a step back from him. Azazel, however, chuckled softly, noting that it was always the same with mortals. They wanted something, but were never willing to give anything in return. He then assured Olivia that he was not like other demons, as he did not ask for much, just one little thing.

But Olivia was in disbelief. "I can't do that. I can't give you a child. That's... that's crazy!" she exclaimed.

Azazel's gaze bore into Olivia's as she tried to come up with a way out of the situation. She couldn't believe that she had been so naive as to think that summoning a demon could be a means to an end. She had been so focused on the outcome that she hadn't stopped to consider what would happen next.

Azazel could sense Olivia's unease, and a wicked smile crept across his face. "You should have thought this through, Olivia. You can't just summon a demon and expect everything to go your way."

Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of Azazel's voice. It was like a snake's hiss, sending chills throughout her body. She knew that she had made a grave mistake, and now she would have to face the consequences.

"I know that now," Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize what I was getting into."

Azazel chuckled darkly, taking a step closer to Olivia. "That's the thing with summoning a demon, my dear. You never really know what you're getting into until it's too late."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest as she took a step back from Azazel. She could feel his malevolence emanating from him, and it made her feel sick to her stomach.

"But... but there has to be another way," she pleaded weakly.

Azazel sighed, his expression softening slightly. "I'm afraid not, my dear. This is the only way. You knew what you were getting into when you called me. You knew that there would be a price to pay. And now, you must pay it."

Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes. She was trapped, with no way out. It was all her fault. She had been so desperate for revenge that she had made a deal with a demon, and now she was paying the price.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, barely audible.

Azazel stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "Don't worry, Olivia. You'll get used to the idea. And once it's done, you'll see. You'll have everything you've ever wanted."

Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine as Azazel's fingers caressed her skin. She knew she should be afraid and running away from him, but for some reason, she couldn't. There was a strange and inexplicable attraction towards him.

"Please... can't we make another deal?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Azazel shook his head. "I'm afraid not, my dear. This is the only way."

Olivia felt a sense of dread wash over her as she realized that there was no escaping this. She had summoned a demon, and now she would have to pay the price.

Olivia's heart was pounding in her chest as she processed Azazel's request. Giving birth to a child for a demon was out of the question. She was about to voice her objection when Azazel interrupted her with a laugh.

"My dear Olivia, you worry too much. You haven't even asked for anything yet," Azazel said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Olivia frowned, feeling slightly confused. "What do you mean? I thought you wanted a child."

Azazel leaned closer to her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I do want a child, but that's not what I'm asking for right now."

Olivia couldn't help but feel a bit relieved, but at the same time, she was still nervous about what Azazel was asking for. She had heard enough stories about demons to know that they never had anything good in mind. "What is it that you want, then?" she asked tentatively.

Azazel's eyes flashed, and he leaned in even closer to Olivia. "I want your soul, Olivia. Your beautiful, precious soul."

Olivia's heart skipped a beat as she stepped back, trying to create some distance between them. "What? No, that's out of the question!" she protested.

Azazel's expression darkened, and Olivia could feel his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You dare to refuse me, mortal? You summoned me, and now you will pay the price. You have no choice in the matter."

Olivia felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the gravity of the situation. She had always been interested in the occult, but she had never thought that it would lead her to this.

"What's the consequence of summoning you, then?" she asked, hoping that Azazel would be forthcoming with information.

Azazel's eyes narrowed, but he decided to indulge her. "The consequence is that I will have to stay by your side, always. You will never be able to escape me, Olivia."

Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of Azazel always being with her. She knew that demons were not to be trifled with, and that the consequences of dealing with them could be dire. She had to think of a way out of this, but she couldn't come up with anything.

"What happens if I try to move away from you?" she asked, hoping that there was some way out of this.

Azazel's lips curled into a wicked grin. "If you try to move away from me, something really evil will happen. Something that you won't be able to handle."

Olivia felt her stomach drop as she realized that she was trapped. She had summoned a demon, and now she was paying the price. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that she had to find a way out of this, no matter what it took.

Azazel's expression turned cold, and Olivia could feel the temperature in the room drop. "There's nothing you can do, Olivia…” he suddenly said as he hovered over her, with his towering height overpowering hers, “Once you've summoned a demon, there's no going back."

Olivia felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She had made a deal with the devil, and now she would have to pay the price. She couldn't bear the thought of Azazel always by her side, watching her every move.

"What if I don't want you by my side?" Olivia asked, a hint of defiance creeping into her voice.

Azazel's eyes narrowed, and Olivia could feel his anger building. "You don't have a choice in the matter, Olivia. You summoned me, and now I will stay with you until the end of your days."

Olivia felt a sense of dread wash over her at Azazel's words. She had never felt so trapped in her life. She had made a foolish mistake, and now she would have to live with the consequences.

Olivia's heart was heavy with grief as she thought about her beloved grandmother. Her grandmother had been her rock, her confidant, and her safe haven. She missed her dearly and wished with all her heart that she could have her grandmother back with her.

The memories of her grandmother flooded her mind, making her feel even more lost and alone. She remembered the smell of freshly baked cookies and the sound of her grandmother's laughter. She remembered how her grandmother used to hold her close and tell her stories of their ancestors, passing on their rich history and traditions.

Olivia's tears flowed freely as she realized how much she had taken her grandmother for granted. She had been so consumed with her own selfish desires that she had ignored the wisdom and love that her grandmother had offered her.

Now, with the demon in front of her, Olivia felt the weight of her mistakes crashing down upon her. She wished more than anything that her grandmother was there to help her, to guide her through this terrible situation.

But her grandmother was gone, and Olivia was alone. She had no one to turn to, no one to rely on. Her other family members had betrayed her, leaving her isolated and vulnerable. And now, the demon was asking for her body and soul.

Olivia's thoughts were jumbled and confused as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She didn't know how to get out of this situation, how to protect herself from the demon's grasp.

The only thing she knew for sure was that she missed her grandmother more than anything in the world, and wished with all her heart that she could have her back.

Azazel's voice sliced through Olivia's thoughts. "What is your decision?" he demanded.

Olivia looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I can't," she said weakly. "I can't do this."

Azazel's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Olivia thought she saw a glint of anger in them. He reminded her that she had summoned him and read the incantation, so she knew the risks and what she was getting into.

As the reality of the situation set in, a lump formed in Olivia's throat. She had been so consumed with getting what she wanted that she never considered the consequences. She had made a deal with a demon without fully understanding what it would entail.

Olivia's thoughts wandered back to her grandmother again, and she remembered how much she missed her. Her grandmother had always been there for her, teaching her about herbs, magic, and life in general. She longed for her grandmother's wisdom and guidance now more than ever.

Olivia looked up at Azazel with a newfound determination. "I won't do it," she said firmly. "I won't sacrifice my body or soul for anything, not even for your service."

Azazel looked at her with a mixture of disappointment and admiration. "Very well," he said slowly. "But remember this, Olivia. You cannot summon me and then simply walk away. You will always be connected to me, and I will always be watching."

With that, he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, leaving Olivia alone in the room. She knew that Azazel was right, and she would have to live with the consequences of her actions for the rest of her life. But she also knew that she had made the right choice. She couldn't let her desperation drive her to do something she would regret forever.

Olivia stood up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room. She had a long road ahead of her, but she knew that with her grandmother's love and guidance in her heart, she could face whatever came her way.