As the ring slide onto my left ring finger I was all of a sudden out of my bed, confused. I turned and saw my body still there in my bed wrapped in my blue and grey sheets appearing to still be sleeping peacefully.

The cream colored walls of my room appeared to be pitch black and the wind blew hard and loud outside the window in the trees of the forest. My 5 year old pit bull outside was silent and it was as if my house itself was looming with death.

"What the actual fuck is going on," I stood shaking like leaf staring at my lifeless body.

"Hello, Darius Bennett. Such a sweet man so full of... lust. How evilly delicious," hissed a woman's voice that was cold and cruel. Chills traveled from my neck to my back until they flooded my body. My heart raced like a car in the World Cup.

I turned back around and there, in the slightest moonlight coming through the blinds from the window, was a seductive woman with long straight jet black hair, a long sparkly black dress with a split on the side going up her left leg, lace around the cleavage and shoulders, and red ruby like glowing eyes stood in front of me. Her fingernails were like red claws stained in the blood of her victims and her voice like a cold winter wind that takes the last breath of a loved one as you weep quietly for them in the night. She honestly gave me somewhat Morticia Addams vibes just a hell of a lot more horrific. I had never been so terrified and turned on in my life.

I grabbed my hand gun from the top of the dresser, "who the hell are you and how the fuck are you in my house?"

"Put the firearm down human, it has no effect on me anyway," the pistol flung out of my hands against the wall as if done by a force I could not see, "I'm Asmodues, the demon of lust. And you darling are full of it."

"Why are you here?"

"You want to be with Oaklynn Coal and I want to help you."

"Why?"

"Because pretty little pet, you have my ring and I want rid of it."

"How did Megan get your ring? Why the hell did she give it to me?"

"Megan used my ring once before. That's how she found out her ex fiancé was cheating on her, damn adulator shall burn in the inferno. I help people who wear the ring and Megan, the little darling, apparently wants me to help you in the same way I helped her all those years ago."

"Demons don't help people. Demons are evil, they work for the Devil." I sounded like my grandmother.

"Remember child, demons are solely fallen angels of the one you call Lord. Answer me this Darius, isn't it true that you fancy and fantasize about and being with the young, soon to be 18 year old, woman that goes by the name Oaklynn June Coal?

"I don't understand any of this," I said with tears of pure fright running down my face. Yes, of course I think about being with her.

"You want to see the real Oaklynn June. Get her to fall in love with you. Possibly even have take your last name some day. I only want to be free of that damn ring. We can help each other."

"How can you possibly help me get with Oaky?"

"Do not doubt me. I have my ways. Think of this, you get the girl, make her yours and only yours, live happily ever after like some child's fairy tale, riding side by side on motorcycles, going to demolition derbies together, her cheering you on at your races, maybe have some children. All at the price of you burning the ring in the metal melter in the forge her elder brother built in their parents backyard and I'm set free to go on my merry way, never bothering you again," the demon seductively charmed with the images I had contemplated many times in my own head at night alone.

"So you want me to use Oaklynn, I want her to actually love me not just some demonic witchcraft bullshit spell. I want her to love me like I love her," I yelled at the petrifying creature.

"No spell, you win her the old fashioned way with hard work and determination. I'm just going to show you how you can do that." There was a long pause. "Here's the deal. I help you win Oaklynn's heart by showing you who she truly is and how to get her to fall in love with you. Then you set me free and I leave and you will never see me again. Just get dressed and say you want my help."

I pulled on black motorcycle pants, a white t-shirt, a black motorcycle race hoodie, and my black sneakers. "I want to be with Oaklynn," I breathed.

"Good," she hissed. She reached up and kissed me, opening my lips, running her tongue in my mouth. She tasted like the burning embers of hell. I'm gonna regret this ain't I?

Suddenly I was in a strange place, in a strange bedroom. I'd never seen this location before, the walls were a light purple, clothes were thrown on the floor and chairs, a rebel flag was above the bed of camouflage sheets, a wooden box of knives and deer antlers sat next to the bookshelf on one side of the window, there were riffles, pistols, and hats on the wall, a 12 point deer mount, and a cork board filled with pictures... of Oaklynn, her family, and friends, some of them I recognized from her showing me pictures on her phone or them coming into McDonalds and her pointing them out to me and some of others I'd never seen. I'm in Oaklynn's house. Holy fuck. I'm in Oaklynn's ROOM!

Then I saw her. Oaklynn was in her black thong underwear and a black t-shirt standing in front of her mirror on the front of the closet door. Her blonde hair was messy and I felt my pants tighten. I noticed scars on her thighs that look like self harm scars. On her right shoulder was a tattoo she had got last Christmas. It's a fishing hook and deer antler in the shape of a heart with a hummingbird and peony in it. Around it in purple ink says, "Remember Your Roots".

"Don't worry she can't see or hear you," hissed Asmodues, "I see why you like her though, what an ass."

"Shut up," I growled. Demon or not you will not speak about Oaklynn like that with me around to hear it.

Oaklynn was looking through her clothes in the floor and in the chairs for pants. She has school today. She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and wore a Jack Daniels shirt that had cuts in the front showing small amounts of cleavage with a black and red flannel over it like a jacket. She brushed through her long blonde hair and French braided it loosely. She grabbed a dark camouflage hat and pulled her long French braid through the back. She walked toward us to her dresser and grabbed her phone, keys, wallet, and red and black Novo X. The smell of her perfume was as if it was the most irresistible thing that had ever entered my nostrils. Oaklynn looked more gorgeous than I had ever seen any woman.

"Her parents don't know she vapes," I said to the demon.

"Ooooo, a bad girl. I love it," howled the devil.

She downed a handful of pills with a bottle of water and started to grab her backpack.

"She's a good kid, she just has issues," I said sadly.

"Oh I know. My brothers use her mind as a play ground. Thoughts of suicide, her anxiety, her ex boyfriend who abused her, all part of their fun," laughed Asmodues.

"Wait, can you make them leave her alone?" If I could make her life better I will.

"Possibly but there's a price. They'll have to take another human in her place."

"Me. If it'll make her happy, I'll take them. Please take me."

"Now boy I can't just make the trade, and you have know idea the things they do to her head. Those damn pills, though, she's no where near as much fun anymore."

Suddenly her door opened, a small boy about the age of three with blonde hair and blue eyes burst in. He jumped in Oaklynn's arms.

"Sissy, you wook so purdy," he smiled.

"Thank you, Ryder," she kissed him. He was her nephew that she raised since he was two months old.

"Do you know why Oaklynn's parents have custody of the boy?" the demon woman asked.

"No."

"His mother committed suicide and his father was killed in a motor bike accident two weeks later."

"Oak's brother rode motorcycles?"

"Her brothers, her father, and her. She hasn't rode as much since it happened though." I knew Oaklynn said her dad had one. I never knew she did though.

We followed them to her kitchen, her dad was sitting there with her mom.

"Good morning, Oaklynn," said the man with white hair getting a cup of coffee.

"Good morning Daddy," Oaklynn said cheerfully.

"Your really going to wear that to school? You dress like a boy with long hair. Would it kill you to wear makeup for once in your life, " her mother said unpleasantly.

"Ever think she doesn't wish to like you. You slept with you husband's grade school best friend and expected your children to not be upset once they found out," Asmodues hissed in the mothers ear.

"Boys don't have bodies this curvy. Bye." Oaklynn sassed, put the toddler in the floor, and walked out the back door.

She went down the hill to feed her two dogs and the chickens before walking up to her truck. I got in the passenger seat by walking through it like a ghost. On her dash was a picture of her nephew when he was a baby and Oaklynn's parents had first gotten custody of him; on the other side of the steering wheel was a picture of her best friend, Kylee, and Oaklynn smiling and having fun together, they looked to be freshman in the picture.

"She committed suicide last year on the day she was supposed to move in with Oaklynn," cackled Asmodues.

"I remember. Oaklynn wouldn't talk to me about it though."

"She thought that you or anyone else would not understand."

"I might not've completely understood but I do care." My heart broke thinking about how Oaklynn must feel. Alone, hopeless, needing someone to be there. I haven't been here for her at all.

She turned on the old 1984 truck and the radio began to play country music. Really Garth Brooks? She sang every word and for once I didn't mind listening to country music. I was more listening to the sound of her voice than the actual hillbilly music.

I remembered back to a text Oaklynn had sent me almost two years ago, "Have you ever just hoped something happens to you. Like you don't wanna commit suicide cause then it's your fault but you almost hope something else kills you". I understood what she meant but not what she was going through. Why did I never take the time to help her? That was the same week I had told Tim about what was going on. No wonder she thinks I don't care.

She drove slow down the back roads as if dreading getting to the high school. She held her hand out the window and sang all the old country songs. She looked so beautiful and I found myself humming along with her incredible soothing like voice.