As Above, So Below

by Dana Isaly

“I know you wanted a savior. But a demon is what you got, witch.” Her heavy-lidded eyes search out for my face. When she finds it, she smiles. “My demon,” she whimpers, trying to lift her hand out to me. I smile down at her. “That’s right. Pray to me.”

I’m not sure if it’s the fatelines talking or the trauma bonding, but he feels like home.

As above, so below, what you reap is what you sow, and all that good shit.”