I Need Another Brother

It’s easy to have everything you want when a demon has signed a covenant with you; whenever I need something, I only have to summon him and ask.

I know the ritual by heart, what steps to perform and which items to use: deep-sea salt, the leftover ash from a burnt down wooden cross, a shark’s dorsal fin, three pelican beaks, nine dessicated dog’s heads, twenty-seven scorpion tails and, finally, the blood of a freshly killed sibling or first cousin.

This deal got me everything: a shitload of money, complete subservience of the women I wanted, discrete elimination of the ones I got bored of, a fatal “accident” for a nosy neighbor, the erasure of a coastal city I hated, having a grizzly bear maul to death a police officer who dared give me a speeding ticket, etcetera.

I used up my cousins first, then my three sisters and finally my twin brother. After sacrificing him, I realized it had been a serious mistake to kill my uncles and aunts when they tried to take action against me; I should have enslaved them instead, to force them to provide me with more cousins.

I need another brother.

Mother died long ago. Father refused to impregnate women for my benefit, so I killed him and collected his sperm.

I’ve set up a nice, secluded place where I’ll use artificial insemination on young, healthy women. The first few kidnappings will probably be the hardest, and without the demon’s safety net. I just hope he won’t care for the difference between a full sibling and a half-sibling, or this entire operation will be a waste of time.

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Credits to: mfarah