Snarl

Deal with the Devil

She had scarcely finished signing before the parchment and accompanying quill disappeared in a burst of purple smoke. The demon that crouched before her began to eagerly fidget and writhe within the circle. He sort of paced, like an animal in a cage, within the barrier. The impatience was clear on his expression and movements- but his voice was measured as he went on, "Break the circle. Allow me to breach this plane and your wish will be granted." The distortions in his where slightly more eminent now. It was as if three people were talking at once, from the pit of his throat. The blue flames quivered as he spoke and stood stiffly when he did not. The affects of the contract would most likely begin within the hour. He was entirely unsure of the exact time- given that it often varied concerning the desires. Unsurprisingly this human wanted power. Although, honestly, this did not wholly concern him. He would not be returned to hell until he was called upon- so if this human granted it- he could roam about for some time. A part of him wanted to see how her wish would play out, however, and he was sure that he would stick around just to find out.

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The demon tilted his head as he stared unblinkingly at her, his black eyes bore in to her own as he recited, "Any desire is yours for the ultimate sacrifice. No barters will be accepted. Once the soul is sold it cannot be returned. Once the contract is signed the engagement is final. However-" and his gaze was suddenly distant as he recalled something, "a soul can be bought back only in place of another, willing replacement." Vaylian focused back on the client, his tail unwound from behind him and swished about, although it did not pass over the salt barrier. "Simple, straightforward terms. Your decision?" With a wave of a hand a parchment soon appeared from his palm, which he held out to her with the cup. A quill pen jutted out from between his fingers for her to sign with. Invasively he stared at her, waiting patiently for a reply.

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A sharp snort burst from his nostrils, out of annoyance by her ignorance. Had this creature recited ancient mantra blindly? He was sure now that it had done so for the sake of mocking him. It began to beg and he bore his teeth to her, sheathing his claw as he informed, "You've made an offer to the devil himself... Your greatest desire for your soul. I've come to solidify this contract and collect." A gesture with his free hand to the floating parchment brought it between them. Beside the welling blood that poured from her wrist it floated. Some archaic language stated the stipulations, terms and such in black lettering. With the bloodied claw he hovered over the signature line, "State your desire and I'll sign for you. Blood seals the deal." He really hoped that this human had no further questions- to him this whole process of explaining was much too tedious and, honestly, boring. He wanted to get to the exciting part of it- physically tearing a soul from a living thing.

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The flames that circled the pentagram flared intensely, lapping their way up as if to touch the ceiling. This sudden burst soon died away and their embers tampered down to only blue flames. A nearby television turned on and began to flick through the channels- picking up in speed until the tv itself was turning on and off again. Other appliances about the room followed in this behavior- roaring to life only to die out and then repeat again. This strange activity carried on for a series of moments until the room fell in to silence once more, throwing the room into darkness, save for the dim light of the candles. spill the blood... spill the blood... cut its throat and spill the blood... spill the blood Whispered voices from the darkness, their tongues dancing behind sharpened teeth. The sudden presence of a handful of beings was now eminent in the room. They seemed to chant at first but soon their voices grew in distinction- feverishly hissing other horrible things. A low wail rose from amongst them and permeated the room. she was just so small- I didn't mean to- I didn't- she was just so small and so weak. Oh god- oh god- and she cried... She cried in that tiny voice of hers and I just HAD TO DO IT I HAD TO KILL HER- fuck... Fuck oh my god I killed her.... My baby girl I killed her... Hissed a female voice from amongst them. As she cried the pentagram began to glow. the axe is by the door... No we use it for wood... Yes wood for the fires... No for the fires... For the fires we use the axe for the fires... The fires... Wood for the axe for the fires! I axe the fires for the wood- no I axe the wood for the fires- for the fires that keep us warm... We keep the axe by the door for the fires... What? Blood? In the fires- no, on the axe- we axe wood for the fires! Wood... Wood sometimes bleeds.. But to keep us warm Ranted a nervous male voice, just as a shape began to emerge from the pentagram. so what if I fuckin brained her- the bitch had it coming- huh? How'd I do it? I drilled holes in her throat for every one of our kids- Came the hoarse growl from amongst the voices. The shape molded itself into horns, then a head and shoulders. A pair of bright eyes burst open just as the demon struck out its arms from the portal to pull itself seemingly out of the floor. we make sure to keep them all in the shed- the wife likes to play loud classical music while they cry out during our parties Soon he stood at full height over her. The pentagrams light died as his body solidified within it and the voices hushed, as if to hear him. Vaylian, literally, blinked the light out of his eyes and scanned the room quickly. It was dark and he smelled blood. The blue demon looked down at his feet, where the cup sat. He scooped it up, sniffed it, and then looked down at his client. "Your request for a contract has been acknowledged." His voice was deep and predatorial, not unlike that of a tiger, if they spoke of course. "State your desire and pay for it- with your soul."

Deal with the Devil

Vaylian Origin: a lesser demon- born from Malevolence. He roams about the lower circles of hell, keeping order amongst the sinners there. He has recently been promoted to a demon of possession, by the hand of his master, who has personally sent Vay to earth on an assignment to corrupt and torment certain individuals. The first of which is your artist. Personality: like all demons he is cruel, manipulative, and cunning. He's very naive, however, when it comes to things in the human world- in fact he takes everything said to him seriously. He has the mentality of a child, it seems, and thus he feels no guilt or shame over his acts. He is keenly interested in the human world and everything that goes on within- so he'll often pose as a human just to experience every day life. Abilities: he has a wide range of abilities- he can take the form of every day objects or even people. He can change the sound of his voice, even, to complete the disguise. His claws secrete acid. As a lesser demon he cannot retain much of the powers that other demons have (such as telekinesis and other forms of illusion) He has a human guise that others (save for your artist) see him as:

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A man, naked and charred, gripped at his leg, wailing down at the red clay earth. His hands were bloodied, bones peering out from beneath sliced skin, and they tried to draw out his own, or perhaps his sympathy. The demons eyes looked down at the dead man and he pondered the fragile creature for a handful of moments. They stood just beside the sea of ragged bodies- the newly arrived sinners from the Gate- marching off toward the Palace. The man at his feet was not the only soul wailing- they all were- screaming and crying things he'd heard thousands of times before. None of this was new. None of this phased him. With an annoyed flick the demon brushed the creature off of him and kicked him back into the Sea of the Damned. He fell into a handful of others- but they were so dazed and grief stricken that they only pushed the thrown man out of their way, making sure not to help him up once he fell under their feet. Vaylian watched as the poor soul was crushed under the feet of the thousands swarming the path. The screams raised high above the others and continued for some time- for he would and could not die now. The blue demon scanned the crowds again, bringing a claw up to his mouth to pick at something caught between his teeth. His arrowed tail swished once before he felt a familiar presence by his side. He turned his black eyes on Ashirom, a fellow demon that aided him in scouring the Sea for any out of the ordinary activity. The lesser demon cleared his throat and held up some parchment into his companions face, "Master bids you appear before him." "And what is this?" "Your contract of employment- it has something to do with it, I assume." And at once they were off, jogging alongside the Sea, headed toward the palace. *** Once they arrived to the main gates of the Palace Ashirom stopped and bid him farewell, claiming that he had no business to see their master other then to send Vay on his way. The demons parted without another word. He shouldered past the mortals until he reached the head of the line- where normally Satan would be seated. However his throne was empty at the moment, it seemed, for whatever reason. He thought it odd that he was sent for but not met. Just then a curtain was drawn from beside the throne and a short demon poked their horns out from the shadows. Vay stood on attention as this demon strolled out only to beacon him with a hand into the darkness behind the curtain. "Master," he called once behind the curtain, "you have summoned me." As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he noted that he was in the corner study of Satans right hand and that this was his first time being here. Three others besides himself stood within the room. The largest of which sat at its center, the embers of his eyes glared down at him as they spoke, "Summoned, yes. Summoned is exactly what you have been." Croaked the demon, exhaling vapors as it spoke. "You confuse me." Admitted Vay, keeping his expression even and stoic. The master demon shifted where he sat and clapped his hands once. A circle of light at the center of the room burst to life between them. Suddenly Vay knew exactly what was going on. "You've been promoted. Your first assignment awaits."

Deal with the Devil

Plot: Jessilyn has just sold her soul for some art skills. Little did she know that she got a demon companion in the bargain.

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No worries, night c:

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Noo I didn't mean disillusioned though- i meant delusional? But idk why I didn't just say that xD

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The creatures voice was small and carried a clear tone of distress. Fear wafted off of her and danced about before his nose. Her next questions affirmed his idea that humans were in fact stupid. Did they not take the incantations seriously? Perhaps they wished to play with demons like how demons played with them... Although, of course, that was only impossible and annoying. He knew of a few stories concerning summons- humans often sought power or some other worldly desire. But there had been cases where humans wanted only the demon- as some slave or whatever- which was a laughable idea. Middle men like himself were very much limited in their abilities for that reason- so that if the human were to find a way to keep the demon trapped {because it has happened before} then they would not be much of a worry for the underworld. Wishes was such a strange term for this transaction. He saw the trade for soul and desire as something far from fairytale. Xezerom looked down at her hand, it was so small in his, and he was suddenly struck with the naiveté of this human. Such a child, he thought bitterly, mind filled with nothing but dreams. He was curious as to what exactly this delusioned (not even a word omg) and ill-informed creation "wished" for. Dark lips curled back over his chain-saw teeth, a cordial smile spread across his ugly face, "Yes- wishes are my business. I grant them. They come true." He informed, haltingly. He extended a claw over her wrist, it glinted despite the darkness. By drawing the blood from her vein into his claw then he could sign the contract for her- which would grant her wish and take her soul either now or once the desire was quenched. His movements were measured and formal- for this was his first ever transaction- and he was sure that his master was somehow watching. One slip up would drag him back in to hell and demote him to some slave status. Avoiding such a fate was his major priority. So he paced and measured himself against what he truly wished to say and do. Relying now on his studies. (Imagine... A school for demons. Idk xD Like Demons reading out of a textbook how to possess humans and make contracts with them idk i'm making it canon)