My eyes flutter open and are greeted by the bright light. And then it's obscured by a figure, his figure.
"I see you're awake, my Young Lord." I can hear the mocking in his tone as I sit up. I feel…different. Alive. I can smell and feel things that I hadn't noticed before. And when my eyes turn to Sebastian, I see him in a way I hadn't before. I see him standing at my butler, dresses to perfection, and then I see what he's hiding, what he is.
My hands on the seat of bench, and I can feel every bit of sediment in the stone. I know that I could crush it under my hand. I don't know how I know this, but I do.
My attention turns to my hands and the wave of shock and horror at what I see hits me like a punch to the face. The skin, my skin. It's black as sin. I have claws, perfect for tearing things apart. This. This is what it is? To be a demon?
I stare at them for a long while before one hand gingerly reaches for my patch. I glance questioningly to him, my precious chess piece.
"A new contract. From now on, you belong to me. And you'll be in dire need of that mark, where we are going."
"Well am I dead or aren't I?" The words came out in a voice still my own, but not at the same time. It was a growl, low and deadly. It made Sabastian's lips curl into a slight smile.
"Oh, you are very much dead. And I will personally fairy your soul to the gate of hell."
He wanted my soul. I always assumed it was to be a meal and Sebastian never said anything to the contrary. What now shall I do, save honor my side of this arrangement? This has been a well-played game indeed, but I had been his pawn all along.
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Author's note: I really had no intention of making this into anything more than a drabble. However, it's a good platform for me to use some other character's I've wanted to play. This will be dedicated to two people the first, Creed. She showed me what the deepths of Hell look like and for that, I'm truly thankful. And to my new wifey, Sniper. The only person who is more like me than me.