An old and homely grandmother accidentally
summons a demon. She mistakes him for
her teenage grandson and
takes care of him. The demon decides to
stay at his new home
It isn' t uncommon for this particular demon to be
exhausting Halloween party
pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate
more exhausting) ceremonies in it
has to admit, this is the first time it' s been called
forth from its realm into a claustrophobic mindroom bathed in the dull glow of old
glass lamps and a multitude of ,
creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give
Chucky a run for his money with all of their
silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying
those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on
shelves atop frilly domes crocheted with the
utmost care, and , colorful 'Home
Sweet Home' s hung across the ,
it' s a mistake's wrong number, per . No
witch it' s ever known has lived in such an, ah,
dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that
ever summoned it has been absent, as if they' d
up and ditched it. No, it didn' t work
that way. Not at all. Not it they want to survive the
it hears the clanking of movement in the room
kitchen, going by the pungent,
bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet
sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of
blood. It something slip beneath
its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted
blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn,
wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning
circle. its summoning circle. There is a small
splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of
a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone
had dropped t attempted to pick it up the pieces
and wicked their finger. it would explain the
blood- And it would explain the demon being
brought into this strange place.
As it connects these pieces in its mind, the
inhabitant of the house rounds the comer and
exits the kitchen. holding a damp. white dishtowel close to her hand and fumbling with the
beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a
crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her
Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn' t ordinarily
second guess being with a
hunchbacked crow with a beaked nose, beady
eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery
shawl and black dress, but there is
definitely something amiss here. Especially
when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack
on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy
toothless) grin, eyes squinting and chum
from the sheer effort of it
Todd! Todd, dear, I didn' t know you were visiting
this year! You didn' t call, you didn' t ,
oh, I' m so happy you' re here, dear! Would it
have been too much to ask you to ring the
doorbell? I almost had a heart attack And don' t
worry about the blood, here's had an accident.
My favorite figure toppled off of the table and
cleanup didn' t go as expected. But I seem to
recall you are quite into the bloodshed and 'edgy'
stuff these days, so I don' t suppose you mind."
She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn' t
mocking, it' s sweet Grandmotherly. The demon
is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the
kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness,
does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings.
Imagine if it leaves a scar! It' d be a bit 'badass,'
as you teenagers say, wouldn' t it'?"
She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it
would appear, because the demon is by no
means a Todd' or a human at all, though
humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin andhard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon
humors her, if only because it had been caught
The old woman smiles still, before turning on her
heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait
revealing a poor hip. "Be a dear and make some
more coffee, would you please? I' ll be back in a
Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the
record books, for certain. For waterfight trips to
bars and conversations with colleagues, while
others discuss how many souls they' d swindled
in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-
boms they' d been pledged for things idiot
humans could have gained without divine
intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became
so pedantic that little detours like this were a
accidents, as the humans
That' s why the demon does as asked, and plods
slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and
avoid the top of the doorframe. That' s why it
gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it
of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully,
takes a measuring scoop between its claws and
fills the machine with fresh grounds. It' s as the
hot water is percolating that the old woman
returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series
of beige bandages.
I' m surprised you' re so tall, Todd! I haven' t seen
you since you were at my hip! But your mother
mails photos all the do love wearing
all black, don' t you?' She takes a seat at the
small round table in the comer and taps theglass lid of the cake plate with quaking,
unsteady, aged hands. " was starting to think
you' d never visit, Your father and I have had our
disagreements, but... l am glad you' re here, dear.
Would you like some cake?" Before the demon
has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts
a generous slice from the circle
that has scarcely been touched. It smells of
citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier,
soggy, oversaturated with icing.
It was made for a special occasion, for guests,
but it doesn' t seem this old woman receives
much company in this musty, stagnant house
that smells like an antique garage that hadn' t had
its dust stirred in years.
Especially not from her absentee grandson,
The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and
takes two small mugs from the counter, filling
them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then,
and only then, does it acceptive cake and sit,
with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small
table. it warbles out a polite 'thank you,' but it
doesn' t suppose the woman understands.
Manners are manners regardless.
Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice
has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather' s
was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for
that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice
get strained? its alright, dear, I' ll do the talking.
You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe."
The demon merely communication
can be understood without failhard drinks the
coffee and eats the cake with a fontsmall forkIt' s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the
intent behind it and the love that must have gone
into its creation.
I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you.
You never write I am aware most
people use that fancy Femail these days. I just
can' t wrap my head around it. Ida wish your
mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a
wonderful little cafe down the street we can go
to. I haven' t been; I wanted to visit it with
Charles, before he. -.well." She falls silent in her
rambling, staring into her coffee with a small,
melancholy smile. "I can' t believe it' s been ten
years. You never had the chance to meet him.
But never mind that.'' Suddenly, and with
surprising speed that has the demon concerned
for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing
her hands on the edge of the table. "l may as
well give you your birthday present, since you' re
here. What timings I only finished it this morning.
I' ll be right back.''
When she returns, the white, grey and black
crocheted work with the summoning circle is
bundled in her arms.
I found these designs in an occult book I
borrowed from the library. I thought you' d like
them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the
winter chilleh hope you do like it" With gentle
hands, she spreads the blanket over the
demon' s broad, spiky back like a shawl,
smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting
its arms affectionately. "Happy birthday, Todd,
Well, that settles it Whoever, wherever, Todd is,he' s clearly missing out, The demon will just
have to be her grandson from now on
this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.
I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE
Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in
her town are like "What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?" and
she' s like "Don' t you remember my grandson Todd?" and the
entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little
old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is
the happiest she' s been since her husband died.
Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins
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with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and
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