Prolouge
Sonneillon watched the young woman who had shoulder length auburn hair streaked with golden locks and stone cold gray eyes. She couldn't be more than sixteen yet she summoned him at the crossroads, a job he was bumped down to due to his behavior.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"I came to make a deal," She replied in a soft tone.
"Why do you want to make a deal?" He scoffed.
"Shouldn't you be encouraging me to?"
"I should, but who says I want to."
"I want to make a deal to save my life."
"What do you propose?"
"I'll offer my soul, if you keep me alive."
"I'm not a guardian angel, you know."
"Then I'll work for you, if you keep me alive."
"Still, I have other things to do."
"You are obviously not a crossroads demon. Perhaps with some deeds you make me do can help you claw your way back to your old position."
"I'm listening."
"So, I could help you if you help me."
"Very well. I will," Sonneillon huffed as he leaned in and brushed his lips against the young woman's, sealing the deal. "Every Tuesday meet me here, at this time."
With that, Sonneillon left to go back to Hell in a silent blink of the eye, leaving the woman alone in the intersection.