In a tiny house on a hill in a dark forest, there lived no one. No one but a tiny spider.
This tiny little spider lived a fairly lazy life, no one bothered him. Not since the human lived in that house, but he was long since dead.
If the little spider could recall his last meal he would say it was sub-par at best Why was it sub-par Well, it's simple really, his last meal, was the humans soul. Dirty, rotten, and filthy.

The tiny spider devoured the man's soul despite the bitter taste, and because of it, was alone.
The poor spider was easily annoyed, and the man he lived with would constantly destroy the poor spiders meals before they could make it to the web. It was on a cold night in mid December, the spider had grown weary of the man's mockery. He climbed down from his spindly web and across the floor to where the man slept

Up the leg of the frame, across the bed sheets, and on to the mans chest. There he waited. What seemed like hours became minutes, minutes into seconds. And finally, the tiny spider had his revenge
it wasn't as good as he thought it would be. So the spider climbed back into his web and waited. He waited for 100 years for a proper soul.

It was then, nearly 100 years had past since the foul soul came to touch his senses.
He came running into his territory, shouting words that he had not heard in years. The spider smirked, inhaling the boys desires as he approached. The spider made his way out of the tiny house and set it ablaze. The ash falling reminded him of snow.

"At last," the spider said, "A soul worth my time" he used his powers and greeted the boy. But unfortunately the boy did not know of his wish.
So the spider sent him on his way, all the while laughing at the boy calling him a "fairy".

"Fairy," the spider said, "I've not heard that one before." he grinned callously at the name.

The spider awaited the boys return for quite some time. He grew to wonder if he would ever return.
Wondered if the boy found what he wished for. The spider grew weary that the boy lost interest.
Finally the spider caught wind of the boys return. And with that, the spider greeted him.

"Kill that man!" the boy said, his smile deranged and lopsided.

The spider changed form in front of the boys eyes, smirked as he placed his glasses neatly upon his nose and looked at the boy. A single glance sent shivers up the boys spine. With the look came the words the boy desired to hear;

"Yes, your highness."