All Chapters of I Summoned Death Itself!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Is that a tear I see?" teased Mother, raising an eyebrow playfully. Despite being only ten, Journee was proud and unable to easily reveal her emotions, retorted, "What? No way!" "Alright, my honey bunny, time for lights out." Titanic is such a heart-wrenching movie... Why did the lovers have to part? Couldn't they have stayed afloat together? Or could benevolent spirits in the sea have saved them? But spirits don't exist... And if they did, maybe they caused the ship to sink because they're evil! Journee reasoned in her dimly lit room. Her eyes heavy with sleep. Her heart sank as heavily as the Titanic into the ocean. As tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, she surrendered to the embrace of deep slumber. "Never fear, my sweet angel. I will always love you," echoed a warm yet authoritative voice in the depths of Journee's dreams. "Return to me, my love. Please... do not forget me." These words caressed her soul, and as she felt the warmth of lips planting a kiss on her head,

They arrived at The Datai where flower garlands and cocktails awaited them. "Welcome Mr. Lewis, Madam Lewis. We cannot express enough just how pleased we are to have you here again." The General Manager himself greeted us. What was his name again? What is there to bother. Montgomery was annoyed that his marriage to Journee would be delayed. Flying tomorrow would mean the vows will only be exchanged in the next 24 hours if they were lucky. Fuck! He briskly walked past the entourage who warmly welcomed the rest of the group instead. Montgomery headed straight to his chalet, ready to burry himself in work. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Montgomery Lewis's behaviour left Journee bewildered. How could he be so rude? Does the man have no knowledge of manners and etiquette, which are the steppingstones to heaven? Such arrogance. As she walked to the chalet she was to share with granny, Journey was starting to regret

Being unaware, taken aback by changes and the consequences of her actions and thoughts, was just Journee. Ma'oz, on the other hand, was bored and enraged with the entire prospect of being enslaved. Through the second half of the journey, the Demon King mind linked his Chief Advisor for a bit of entertainment and to figure a way out of this mess. "I'm a little busy here, my Lord. Is it urgent?" Damon sounded breathless, probably due to the fact that his liege had caught him in a compromising situation. "The rake will find other women and moments to continue your escapade." The Demon King commanded. As Ma'oz briefly explained all that had transpired to his Chief Advisor, Damon remained as silent as the grave. There was not a sound to be heard. "What do you suppose I can do?" "Well…" Damon took a deep breath and burst into fits of laughter. "I never knew this day would come. When our mighty Lord gets yoked to a mere human." If it were any other demon, I would never have revealed the

Standing as still as the matrimony statues, Montgomery and Journee plastered on polite smiles. There was so much activity in this fantasy brought to life – the soft glow of the crystal chandeliers that lit the ballroom, elegant flower arrangements and beautiful people flood the space. And yet, a sense of ennui settled over the bride as she stood at the centre of attention, as Montgomery was hauled away by a group of men. “Can you believe it? She chose THAT Vera Wang.” A woman in red sniggered loud enough that Journee heard her. “I know! It’s the cheapest from the Luxe Collection… that … bride certainly doesn’t know quality.” Another lady commented. Hearing words being thrown around, Journee strained her ear to find out more about those around her. “How much is that anyway? $9,000, $10,000?” The woman in red said as she took a puff of her vape. “NO! A mere $6,900!” Her friend answered, her body language made Journee think of the overacting in the High School Musical. “Oh My God!

It had been a quiet day for the most part, giving the Demon King time to practice Mindfulness. That was until that human’s voice came blaring into time and space. It was all erratic and…well plain chaos as her thoughts came streaming into his mind. He thought he would surely go mad if this continued. “Damon!” “My Lord?” “How is the search? Anything yet?” “Well…There is something.” Damon’s voice shook with uncertainty. “Genies who are bound to humans must grant them 3 wishes before they are released.” “G…How dare you compare me with a mere Genie?! Those slobbering fools have less than half my power!” “I’m sorry my Lord but this is all I could find. It’s worth a shot. How many wishes have you given her?” Ma’oz thought about it for a moment. The first wish happened when she first got on the plane. I wish for...a way out. To spread my wings and fly away. Perhaps even to return home... Alas... alas...alas...if wishes can come true and I can't get out of this, then I wish Montgomer