As the day comes to an end, the young master sleeps soundly. I blow out the candles as I walk down the hallway. My eyes adjust to the darkness quickly while I go through a mental list of things that need to be taken care of before the sun rises tomorrow morning.
The silence of this peculiar night led my thoughts through a detour. It has been two years since I was called upon by my young master. A mere child was able to call such a powerful demon like me. It was delightful and I plan to make one hell of a meal out of him. But such things take time and I shall do his bidding until then. When that pentagram on his eyes fades as mine grows blacker then the deepest level of Hell, I shall feast. Until then, I am his slave, contracted to do whatever the child wants. This small novella of a contract shall reach it's climax soon and I shall be free once again.