Dammit. It wasn't fair. Jade Bishop sat alone in her apartment, her hand covering her probably bloodshot eyes as she sobbed, her tears were probably spilling all over her homework, but she could care less. Her parents were gone. It was a car accident. Some stupid drunk driver hit them or something. She wasn't too keen on listening to the police after they said her parents were dead. She felt sick to her stomach and she feels so... Alone. Just a couple of days ago her parents and Jade were talking to each other on the phone, asking how college has been so far for her and now with a snap of the fingers, they were gone. Jade was alone now: She didn't have any family besides her aunts and uncles but they don't exactly talk to her; no friends either, she was ridiculed for her poor social status, only making it to college because of an art scholarship, and her extreme awkwardness; and in conclusion she had nothing left. All because of that stupid drunk driver. She felt anger, frustration, sorrow, exhaustion, and loneliness come at her, and she hated it. She was extremely tired, and her eyes were probably swollen from crying too much.

Jade wiped away her tears. Maybe she should take a few days off from college. She didn't feel like dealing with lectures or anything at the moment. Stupid drunk driver. Stupid alcohol. Stupid life. Stupid everything! She sniffed, and grabbed the tissue box, her hand groping inside the box for any more tissues. Fuck. She didn't have anymore. Stupid tissue box. Jade eyes the mess that was around her, piles and piles of used tissues surrounding her. Jade threw the tissue box in frustration. Stupid tissues. She got up from her chair, and glared at her phone that gave her the life-changing call. She would throw it, but then she wouldn't have a phone anymore. Stupid phone.

She collapsed on her beat-up couch, face first. She groaned, and tried to push everything out of her mind: College, her parents, life. She didn't want to feel sadness right now, or anger, or exhaustion. She just wanted to be happy. She wanted to hang out with someone to make her forget what happened. She wanted to have the best friend for the next four years of her life. She wanted someone to talk to.

"What is that you desire?" What the fuck? Jade lifted her head in confusion to come face-to-face with a giant motherfucking spider, and she found herself face flat on a giant ass web. "Revenge against the man who killed your parents?" How did he- "A better life? Wealth?" Uh... Why did the big spider sound British?

"Is this a dream?" Sadness soon forgotten, and in fact was replaced by major confusion. "Am I on crack?"

"I'm afraid it is not a dream, nor this 'crack' you speak of," The giant spider answered. Whoa. It had a deep voice. "My apologies to come visit you at your weakest." Practically purred when it said that. "I just wanted to assist you in your time of need." Huh. That was nice of the giant spider-wait hold on! Jade scowled.

"Why the heck do you want to help me exactly?" Jade questioned, suspicion laced in her tone. Not that she didn't appreciate the giant weird spider helping her, but she was suspicious.

"Ah. Simply put, I am a demon." Oh boy. "And I want your soul." If Jade was thinking clearly, she would've screamed and yelled 'Get away from me, Spider Fuck!' But she wasn't. She just laughed, surprising the spider.

"But God isn't real," She merely stated. "So demons shouldn't be real either."

"Then what is this conversation we're having now?"

"I think you're a figment of my imagination sent by my consciousness to distract me from my grief?" Jade formed it into a question because she wasn't exactly sure what this thing was. She grinned at the spider, who was probably thinking about how stupid she was (which he was by the way). "But say if you were a demon, what do you have to offer me?"

"I can offer anything you would like: wealth, power, revenge-"

"I want my parents alive," Jade interrupted, mumbling the request, looking away from the spider.

"...I'm afraid I cannot perform that wish."

"But you said you can do anything!" Jade shouted at the spider. The spider was extremely frustrated at the woman. He could've sworn he felt some delicious traumatized soul around here, and it ended in the form of her, but she wasn't as bad as Alois that's for sure, as far as he could tell.

"My apologies. Let me rephrase the statement." The spider coughs as if it was clearing his throat. "I can do anything you wish for that is in my power: Power, Revenge, Wealth-"

"Then I want a friend," Jade interrupted again. The spider tilts his head. "You could do that, right? Friendship?"

"I can." Was this human serious? Friendship? Over everything else? And it was in that moment the spider realized that she was absolutely stupid.

"Alright, my demon spider conscious," She stated, a pleased look on her face demonstrated by her small smile. He twitched involuntarily. "I want a friendship with you that lasts for four years, up until my graduation in college. Then you can have my soul. Is that a deal?"

"Of course," The spider was pleased with the results, just not the wish. "Where would you like the contract?"

"Huh?"

"I need to place a contract on you to prove our agreement. The more visible it is, the stronger."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Uh..." This was like getting a tattoo, right? Not that she's ever got one before, but she's heard it hurts. "Would the left hand be okay?"

"Perfect," The spider placed one of its legs on your left hand, which Jade found completely gross and weird and creepy. Suddenly, there was this burning sensation on her left hand. FUCK!

"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!" Jade repeated over and over again, tears building in her eyes as she felt the pain in her hand. "YOU DIDN'T WARN ME THAT IT WAS GOING TO HURT THIS MUCH!"

"You didn't ask." He took his spider leg off her hand. "The contract has been made."

"I did! But you didn't tell me the degree of how painful it was going to be!" Jade shouted, noticing the area changing from the spider web to her apartment. "Whoa. Now that's trippy." She suddenly noticed that the spider was gone, and was replaced with the handsomest man she's ever seen in her life. Hot damn. Call the police and the firemen. Gold piercing eyes framed with glasses, messy black hair that surprisingly doesn't get in his face, nice jawline, pointed nose, extremely neutral facial expression, and he was wearing an old-fashion suit. Jade blushed heavily, just staring at him. "Uh..."

"Are you alright, Master?" British too. That's a plus. He kneeled down to her picking up her right hand and kissing it. She only stared at him even more with suspicion.

"...Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" Handsome guy sighed at the question.

"I am the demon you contracted with, not your conscious, Master. I now serve you for these four years until the contract is over," He answered, extremely monotonous.

"That wasn't a dream," Jade whispered, now staring only at her wall and not the man in front of her, and lifted her left hand to se the contract on her left hand. "I really did sell my soul to the devil..."

"I'm afraid it is not, Master," He smirks for once as if incredibly amused by Jade's behavior. "And yes you did." Jade turned really pale. Great. First my parents, now this. What else?

"Can I take it back?" She asked weakly, slumping down on the couch. Handsome observed the small room they were in, judging every piece of crappy furniture Jade could find in the dumps. He clearly didn't like it.

"You could," He stated, and Jade sat upright. "But then I would take your soul." She slumped back down on the couch.

"Oh." She felt like she couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing for a few moments. "You have a name?"

"No. You are required to give me one," Handsome stated. Jade stared up at him from her slumped position, almost blurting out the name 'Spider-Man' but then remembered he wasn't dog, and that he was a demon. Too ordinary to be a Tom, John, or Harry, but Jade couldn't think of any exquisite names.

"What was your name before?" Jade asked in curiosity, but saw the flash across his glasses as he pushed them up, and the twitch in his lips. Maybe he didn't like it.

"Claude Faustus," He answered. Claude... Claude or Tom. Hmm...

"Do you like that name?" Jade asked, fiddling with a string of her messed up couch, she was looking down and away from him. She didn't know what to do with a hot, demon guy in her living who was going to take her soul.

"It is up to you to decide."

"But do you like it?" Jade persisted, looking at him with a brave look. "We're going to be friends for like four years, and I'm not sure if you'd like me calling you 'Tom' or 'Pablo' all that time." Handsome guy didn't respond and was in fact thinking in his head. He presumes that this new master was going to give him semi-free will because of the wish, and that was a very very bad move for the human girl, who is extremely simple minded and naive from what he could tell. Extremely easy to manipulate. His lips twitched slightly upward. Excellent.

"Yes. Claude Faustus is a decent name for me," He answers, pushing up his glasses.

"Good," Jade grins, sheepishly staring upward at the tall man.

And the fake friendship began.

Oh Claude. You sneaky bastard you. But I have no intention of making my OC bow down to your wil. *Insert evil laughter*

Made a few small changes. Nothing important.