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Exasperated, you threw the copper coated wiring across your room and at the wall. It had been 20 years and you still hadn't cracked the code.

Sure, you were a little power hungry. And sure, you didn't have many (if any) friends. But who needed friends when you were at the top of your game? Who needed friends if you were God.

You were going crazy taking apart and putting together the same parts just in different configurations over and over again. Nothing was working and it was taking every ounce in you not to throw it in the garbage and start over. You were getting so close to cracking the code and making them kneel.

After spending tireless nights and forgoing social outings, you had finally did it. You had created artificial intelligence in the form of a functioning human being. Complete with a beating (electronically charged) heart, a charismatic personality and self-sufficiency, your prodigy was God incarnate.
As you finished connecting the last couple cords, you stepped back taking a sip of the 11th coffee that day. Maybe the espresso had finally made your grasp on reality slip, but you could swear you felt the raw power…his raw power surging.

You stood and waited…and waited…and waited. But nothing happened.

Puzzled, you snatched up one of the various instructions and babblings you had scribbled onto the notebook. Everything should have worked, but why wouldn't your invention come to life?

Smacking a hand to your face, you groaned. Of course you were missing something.

You started frantically searching for clues amongst your creation, areas for improvement and areas that were sorely lacking. But nothing stood out.
You got desperate and remembered one of your classmates babblings from school "There's a way to gain anything you want..but you have to sell your very soul in order to do it. I don't think I could.." back then, you had thought them as a fool but now in your desperate, vain attempt at power..you understood.
You needed to make a deal with the devil himself.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months…until at the year mark, you had done it.

You drew a large circle in blood (you had bought some from the local witch) around your shack, donning it with sigils, candles in every corner and electronic wirings between each rune. In the center, a small chest with your creations galvanized heart, graveyard dirt and deep crimson blood from your finger (this was dripped over the heart). You even added Yarrow flowers as an extra mention (those Winchester brothers seemed to know what they were doing, who were you to second guess them?).

Stood in the middle of the summoning circle stood you, hair slicked back with a devious smirk. You were positive this was going to work. This had to work…there was no plan B.

Breathing deeply, you pull out a scroll with the words of the incantation scrawled into it and began reading:

Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!

You paused and repeated yourself again until you felt the ground shake and fell, your back to the hardwood floor and stared up at the creature coming out of the circle.

He was..beautiful, to say the lease. A man composed of everything you dreamed for your creation, the electric uprising you worked tirelessly for..he was him.
As the room stopped shaking, the creature in the middle stared down at you both with intrigue and disgust.

"Huh" he muttered, taking in the pathetic shack you called home "never been summoned before."

You watched as he tried to take a step towards you but was met with an electric shock. He cussed under his breath and glared at you. "Stupid fucking humans and their pathetic excuse for a summoning circle." You blinked and stared back in complete awe.

"WHAT do you want, human? I'm a busy guy and I have no time for your incessant blubber and idiotic scrambling. Speak the fuck UP."

You nodded and frantically rose to your feet, filled with determination as you made eye contact with the man with a TV for a head. "I'm y/n!" you said, as you bowed. "I've summoned you here to strike a deal!"

The demon tilted his head to the side, eying you with clear boredom. "Oh yeah? And what do you have to offer me?"

"I um, well..you can have my soul. But in exchange..I want power."

The demon sighed and looked around your place, at least as far as the summoning circle allowed him. Your dingy shack, donned with poor excuses of summonings past struck a cord in him. There was something special about you…something familiar.

Then it hit him, you were him. Looking at the crazed look in your eyes reminded him of how he starved for power and following before he died. Watching you grow frantic, he smirked at you.

"Oh you want power huh? Tell me, what does power look to a mere mortal such as you? Tell me why I should bother wasting my time on someone as…fleeting..as yourself?"

You brushed some hair behind your ear and looked up at him determined. "Power means getting everyone to kneel before you." You stalked forward, stepping on a chair to be eye level with the galvanic overlord. "Power means being GOD."

He recognized the power hungry, frantic tone in your voice as it was the back of his hand. He remembered forming an empire and leaving this indecorous, earthy plain. He could taste the power surging through him as he looked into your eyes.

"Okay, y/n. I can give you power..power beyond your wildest dreams. But I want one, teensy little favour in return." He said, licking his lips with his biomechanical tongue and eying you with newfound determination. He could taste his empire raising again.

You smirked back at him and cocked your head to the side "Oh yeah? And what does a demon such as you want from me?"

He gripped your shoulders with one arm and extended the other as if to show you a vast world beyond you. "When you die…you're mine."

You blinked and looked up at him, this wasn't supposed to be part of the deal? "What does yours entail?" you asked, growing a little concerned. You pushed the feeling down, focusing on the deal forming before your eyes. Who needed common sense when you were everyone's divinity.

He rolled his eyes and pushed you away dramatically, forcing you to catch your falling. "Mine means whatever I want it to mean." he started, approaching you slowly and with newfound danger "Mine means when I say fetch, you play fetch…when I say to roll over or play dead..you roll over or play dead."
You shivered as he continued "It means" he purred, pulling you against him so he could whisper in your ear "Mine means when I want a good fuck…you'll come crawling on all fours." He laughed as you pushed him away infuriated as heat crawled up your neck.

"So what do you say, doll?" he continued, outstretching a hand towards you "Do we have a deal or what?"

It took you all of two seconds to consider, power pulling at you from every pore and clouding your better judgement. "We've got a deal…what's your name again?"
He took your hand as you offered it to him, shaking it powerfully…dangerously, yet so deliciously.

"The names Vox, sweetheart."