Luther sat back, closing his eyes and focusing on his demon. He was brought to an area in his mind, a bleak, gray void. He had always hated this place, but the worst was yet to come.
Nightmares appeared in a black haze, ever changing forms. The only thing that remained constant were his piercing red eyes, which were staring down Luther. The demon grinned, "So, you've come to talk. I heard everyone. Make it worth my time." "I want to make it so that you don't go after anyone here." Nightmares laughed, closing in on Luther to get his claustrophobia going. "That's a tall order, my friend. I'm not so fond of some of the others here, and I despise those who have yet to come. What will I recieve in compensation?" He was very expressive, his entire body shifting with his words.
Luther focused on his demon's eyes, trying to ignore what they were doing. It was hard to forget about it, and he had to ball up his fists to stop shaking. "...I'll go out into the towns around here, and you can do whatever the hell you want with the people."
The beast was obviously amused by this, and went in close, their faces touching. "You will go into town from midnight to six in the morning. Every night you don't go into town, the burden falls on you to take the nightmares. And to distract me from these idiots, while on castle grounds I will be playing with your mind more than usual."
"Fair enough." If Luther went to town every other day, it would still be a better deal than what he was currently dealing with.
The demon gave his companion open space again, "Give me your hand." A hand of his own came from the shadow, and inscribed a sigil into Luther's palm. "the pact is sealed, my dear friend. I look forward to your cooperation."
And with that, the demon was gone, and Luther's mind was back into reality. He looked down at his hand, and the mark was faint, but there. It still burned, which he hoped would die down soon.