Ciel's first contract as a demon.
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It had taken over a century for him to know enough about the demon world to attempt this. Sebastian told him the details and taught him how to go about it.
"Demons do not have to feed on souls often, but every few hundred years we must. Every once in a while we, demons, find a soul that amuses us. Thus, comes a demon contract."
He had observed humanity, waiting for the right soul to tie himself to as he once did as a human- but this time he was the demon. He watched for a trouble, torn soul: A soul that desired revenge, to crush those who hurt it, and was willing to do anything for a sense of twisted justice. To be blunt, a soul that was much like his own when he was human.
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It was a cold day in December when he found it. A young woman, no older than fifteen, sat on a swing in the middle of the school yard. Her expression was numb. Her soul was shattered. Her eyes' gaze was locked on a single place. She had been there for hours from what her skin and clothes showed. She was covered by the light snow that fell. Her black clothes were slowly consumed by white. Her hands were deathly pale. She was not a religious human, but she wore symbols that held the power to summon him. Symbols that turned her into a beacon for demons who made contracts. When he approached she didn't bother looking up. He doubted that she was even able to hear the creature that she unknowingly summoned.
He stood next to her, slightly leaning against the pole that held the swing up. He continued to watch the unaware human. To on lookers the only occupants of the school yard were two teenagers.
He had done this a few times; look into a person's soul. It was easier than Sebastian had described it. Look deep into the eyes. After a single glance he smirked. The girl was thinking of ways to die, to escape the abuse at the hands of those who were meant to care for her and to kill the mark of their sins. Currently, she was planning on staying there- to die from exposure.
"Do you desire death so badly?" He asked her. As a demon his voice sounded like smooth sin to a human's ears. "Don't you wish for revenge before breathing that last breath?"
Icy blue eyes looked at him. She looked at him in wonder and hope.
"I can help you get revenge. To make them suffer far worse than how you suffered. The price is worth it." He offered.
Her lips breathed what he was, yet she did not show any fear. Rather, it was a depth of fascination.
He nodded. "Though I must warn you, should you accept my offer the gates of heaven will be forever closed to you."
She looked back at the place her eyes were locked on. "Heaven is where they believe they will go upon death." She mused softly before standing. The movement shook snow from her onyx locks. "I'd gladly sell my soul to make earth their hell. Give me as much power as you wish."
He stood straight and offered her his hand. "Shall we then, my lady?"
She gave him a sadistic, yet ironically very elegant, smile. The second she accepted his hand the contract mark appeared: He on his hand, she on her chest- above her heart and breasts and below the hallow of her neck. Personally, he knew how painful the mark was when first made. Yet the human didn't flinch at the white hot pain.
"Lets', though before we leave…send whatever plague toward my uncle that seems fit. Perhaps a few delusions and night terrors are in order." The evil glint in her eye turned amusing as she spoke.
He inwardly smirked. His life as a demon would never grow dull with souls like these: Innocent looking on the outside, yet insanely dark and sadistic on the inside. He wasn't even thinking of a meal or of the souls he would feast on during this contract, he only thought of the carnage and of the twisted games these humans had to give.
"As you wish." He bowed and gestured toward the waiting car. "Please wait in the warm car while I fulfill your wish."
She nodded. "Do me a favor, don't be gentle with him."
His teeth glinted in the fading light. Oh yes, he'd never grow bored of this game. This never ending circle of hurt, hate, and revenge- He'd be a demon who never grew tired of the games humans played.
"As you wish, my lady."