"Well, aren't you a very small master?" Its voice was amused, teasing and rich, as the figure turned, needle point shoes clicking against rough stone blood coated floors. The child remained motionless, to scared to move, bones and muscles to worn to even try. Its eyes were a fiery red, passionate and daring, pupil's dilated to diamond rough points. Cats Eyes. Hushed whispers formed around them, excited and amazed as the dark figure approached the near-death boy.
"You have summoned me. Something once sacrificed will never return," The figure smiled, a jagged edge cutting of lips against porcelain skin, to wide to be human, to wide to be normal.
"If you once reject the Faith, you can never pass through the gates of Heaven," The thing snarled slightly at the last word, as though it disgusted him to even speak of it. All the while he glided slowly closer to the scared child, shoes click clacking all the while. It was a haunting melody. The child looked warily around the room, and as he stared at those demented, perverted faces of his captors he felt something swell deep within him. Hatred. A deep burning hatred, the feeling left tingling kisses across his used skin and he turned to look up at the dark figure determinedly. Those red eyes locked with his and the child felt nothing but hate at that moment.
"Would someone who believes in God summon you?" He whispered, voice worn and sore from all those endless nights of screaming. The demon's eyes flashed, and his smile grew even wider. It let out a mocking laugh, dark and twisted, as it's mirth echoed around the room.
"Do you wish to form a contract with me?" The voices around them fell silent, shocked and stunned, as they began to get worried, black cloaks scratching against skin as they fidgeted on their feet. The boy loved their reactions. He glared up at the demon that had crouched down before him, smile still in place, as he reached out a black clothed arm, hand caressing the underside of the boy's right eye. Its long fingernails pricked at the child's skin, causing him to flinch slightly but he didn't pull away. This was the first gentle touch anyone had given him for months, and he welcomed it fully.
"Don't be tedious." The child replied, and the demon's eyes widened with sadistic amusement. "Just carry out my wish…" The demon's hand burned steadily onto the boy's eye, and a searing pain washed out any thoughts the child might have had. His body buckled in on itself, and he opened his mouth in a silent cry of pain. A crimson ribbon of blood dripped down the child's cheek, and the demon pulled slowly away, unfolding himself from his kneeling position to stand yet again. The boy looked up at him, wide eyed and there, on his left eye, was the devil's mark. The demon smiled even wider at this, a devious parting of lips and flashing fangs.
"Your orders, My Lord?"
The boy did not hesitate…
"KILL THEM!"
…And the demon didn't either.