Prologue

Bubbles P.O.V.

I was twelve years old the day Lucifer came to collect me.

It was a relatively normal night, if not a little rainy outside. I had been watching Buttercup and Mitch playing Mortal Kombat, cheering for BC.

"Hit him with the pole!" I requested, shoving a chocolate chip cookie in my mouth.

Buttercup was Jade and Mitch was Shadow and I, picking the prettier of the two, was on Jade's side.

"If I pick a chick next time, could I get a cheerleader?" Mitch asked as 'Fatality' showed up on the screen along with his character's dead body.

I giggled, but before I could answer, a knock sounded on the door.

"I'll get it!" Blossom said, shutting her book and taking graceful steps towards the front door.

The sound of the door cracking open was distant in the back of my mind as Mitch and BC started up a new round; Scorpian vs Katana.

And then a scream sounded throughout the house, making ice form in my veins.

It was Blossom's.

Buttercup threw the remote down and flew in a green streak towards the source.

"Put her down!" She snarled and I unthawed, running to the scene.

Him was holding Blossom by the throat, and beads of blood were slowly trickling down her neck.

"Evening, darling." He greeted me as Blossom's pink eyes bugged.

"Put her down!" I repeated what Buttercup had said, stomping my foot to emphasize my anger.

He chuckled and Blossom slowly started turning blue, "Oh, darling, I don't wish to kill your dear sister."

I looked around, confused, "Then...Um... Don't?"

His grin widened, "But your making me."

"What?!" I blanched.

I watched in horror as Blossom's eyelids fluttered shut.

"Stop!" I cried, rushing forward and pulling desperately on his arm.

"I can't." He laughed as if I had told a good joke, His grip not wavering.

My eyes teared and, despite everything, I noticed BC glaring at me for my obvious display at weakness.

"Please." I whispered as Bloss went limp.

"You'll have to do something for me in return." His grin turned malicious and it made the iciness return to me.

I gulped before stuttering, "W-what do you w-want?"

"Shut up and let me handle this!" Buttercup shouted at me and I flinched.

Him gave her a severe look, as if scolding her, "Now, Buttercup, I do believe little Bubbles has asked a question."

He turned to me, dark mischief returning to His black eyes, "Now what was that, pet?"

I was briefly brought back to that odd day in the rain four years ago.

Of course, pet. I find you fascinating.

I took in a shuddering breath and rephrased, "What do you want... from me?"

He dropped Blossom and she fell to the ground, not getting back up, "Now your getting it. And I would think it would be obvious to you at this point..."

It was not.

"I don't know." I breathed, shaking profoundly.

He tsked, disappointedly, "Really, must I spell out everything- You're already Mine, pet! I just need your approval before I can claim ownership!"

Mine? Ownership?!

"What are you talking about?!" I demanded, the mere thought of being owned infuriating me.

He was suddenly only a breath away and He gave my necklace a little flick, "Your wearing my collar, aren't you?"

"Collar?!" Buttercup hissed and I looked at her helplessly, noticing for the first time that the choker did resemble His belt an awful lot.

I attempted to take it off, but Him lightly grabbed my wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah. Let's not do anything to risk me losing my temper. We wouldn't want to put your siblings down for good, no would we?"

I shook my head violently, "No! Please! I'll do whatever you want!"

Buttercup seethed, "NO! Your not touching anyone, you cross dressing fuck face!"

"...language..." Blossom mumbled, still unconscious.

As Him's eyes turned red, my breath hitched and I looked at BC, pleadingly.

"It'll be okay." I assured her, not getting any where close to the level of calm I had been going for, "Trust me."

Her jaw set and she tilted her head so that her hair covered her eyes, not saying a word.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked the demon in front of me.

He jostled himself a little, returning to his norm- well, His usual self.

"Just mark this." He purred and a slip of black paper appeared in His claw.

My hand shook as I plucked it from His sharp excuse for a hand and tried to read it, but my eyes wouldn't focus, I was too panicked.

"I need a pen." I muttered, my heart pounding in my chest.

He smiled widely, "Put up your first finger."

I obeyed, cursing myself as it practically vibrated.

He found it amusing, the sick beast, "You might feel a slight pinch."

He pricked it on a needle and I gasped in pain as a red droplet formed.

"Let the blood fall onto the sheet." He was practically singing.

My stomach flipped at his eager tone and I let the blood fall, staining the twisted contract.

He licked His lips, and snatched the paper from my hands, giggling.

"Excellent."

I stood there for a moment, frozen until Him patted my head, causing me to go rigid all over.

"Shall we go home, my pet?" He asked, as cheerful as I had been only minutes ago.

I could do nothing but nod.