“Well that sounds boring. Why do I have to be here for this?”

The shorter sibling sighed exasperatedly before walking into the middle of the store. “Because if you aren’t here then it won’t recognize you in the future and if doesn’t recognize you then a fleet of nasty ass soldiers are going to descend on you and not let up until you’re obliterated or until one of us calls them off.”

Jason joined her and they both waited with not-amused faces for the uppity brunette to make her way over.

“Fine, Christ on a stick let’s get this over with!” She joined them and got into the obligatory circle of three. Kyla and Jason joined hands automatically while Ashley waited until the store owner got the hint and rubbed his hand on his pant leg. When they finally were in the positions they needed to be Kyla closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Wait!” Ashley said.

“Holy shit, WHAT?!” Kyla yelled.

“You forgot the candles.”

Jason squeezed Ashley’s hand hard enough to elicit a yelp from the girl. “This isn’t a goddamn séance! We don’t need candles!”

The boss lady let go of her hold and snapped her fingers, “Actually, it kind of is and we kind of do.” Six candles appeared from nowhere, five of them floated in a circle around the group and the sixth floated in middle of them. “Would you like to do the honors?” She asked Ashley.

“With pleasure.” The demon inhaled and blew on the one in the middle, sparking a fire and soon enough, the rest of the candles were lit as well.

“Ok, we have our stupid candles so can we just do this?” Jason growled out.

“Here we go.” They got back into their original positions and Kyla began. “We are the children of the underworld, warriors of hell, harbingers of chaos and destruction. The mortals know not who we are, but we know their actions. The Angels know not what we’re capable of, but we know them all too well. We are the mighty, the subservient, and the future.”

Beneath them, a circle illuminated as lines began form within it. “Souls of the damned,” an inverted pentagon formed as the fire of the candles began to grow brighter, “we call upon you to protect this area from our enemies and from the ignorant.”

The middle candle’s flame grew and grew as Kyla watched it expectantly, but apparently she wasn’t getting the desired result. “Hello? We call upon you!”

Still nothing changed. “I am Kyla Woods and I am calling upon the souls of the damned and one of you better fucking manifest or I will file so much paper work against all of you that you’ll be growing trees out of your collective asses.”

The store owner looked at the feisty brunette as if she’d grown a second head while the woman’s sister chuckled to herself.

In a great flash of light and a ball of fire, the flame began to take shape and formed a six inch projection of a human. He was clad in a cape, crown, and a diaper looking thing. “I am Leonidas, King of the mighty Spartan nation.” The tiny man boomed with a surprisingly loud voice. He looked fiercely at Ashley and Jason before turning his attentions to Kyla. “What the hell do you want lady?”

“We need protection for this fine establishment.”

“And what exactly does this protection entail?”

“You making sure that no undesirables get past that door over there.” She pointed to a grey door that had Keep Out and Employees Only signs all over it.

“Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again.” Leonidas read. “Why? What’s back there?”

“Need to know basis only. So, how many do you have?”

“I have three hundred of the fiercest warriors the world has ever known.”

“That’s it?”

The king was aghast. His royal jaw hung slack as he stared at Kyla in disbelief. “Woman, I will have you know that my men stood against one-hundred thousand Persians and defeated them!”

“So why are you in hell?” Ashley asked.

“Well I said we were going to eat there. I mean it’s in that blasted movie they made about us.”

The sisters looked at each other before focusing back on the man. “Well, we’ll get back to you, ok?”

“Whatever.” Was King Leonidus’s last word before his image fizzled out.

“NEXT!”