I slept deeply, in darkness, in nothing,

Dwelling in my nightmares until I suddenly awoke.

What had awakened me?...A voice?

Someone was surely calling me,

reaching for me with tiny hands.

It had been so long since the last time,

Since I had walked the Earth with humans,

When by order of a rather amusing,

Entertaining but despairing and mad master,

Whom I had contracted on mere whim,

I spread a terrible, demonic plague.

I destroyed humans and devoured souls,

And when content with my deeds, I left that world

As my "master" did, succumbing to the sickness,

The one he had wished to cause. Pathetic.

With a sense of fulfillment, I abandoned that world,

Where the plague raged and corrupted

And strangled humans with diseased hands.

But now I return, summoned yet again.

The curiosity grew too great to resist,

I needed to know. Who calls me?

I opened my eyes, and looked around,

It was a boy with large blue eyes

Blue eyes, filled with despair,

Eyes like gems but flat with rage

his tiny body drenched in his blood.

He was beautiful, especially in his pain,

Tortured by those ravenous humans,

Simple mortals seeking eternal life.

Sick, twisted, terrible humans.

Never satisfied, greedy humans.

Fools, the lot of them. Fools and liars,

Wishing for an impossible eternity.

Like I would bother with such simpletons.

He was caged, mocked, degraded, sacrificed.

Even now, where he lies, unguarded, vulnerable.

I could kill him so easily, that body, so weak...

Unlike mine, demonic and resilient.

Fragile. Ephemeral. Fading. Human.

But he glares at me, defies me. How intriguing.

Even dying, he is not feeble like most.

His body perhaps, but his eyes, his mind...

How could that small child contain such willpower

To overcome even the gates of hell?

I smile, inhuman, canines gleaming,

Still his gaze rests upon me, piercing,

Unwavering, as the others beg me, demand of me

Wealth, power, eternal life. So noisy,

Buzzing like flies, just as insignificant.

You spoiled, rotten creatures are not worth my time.

I have found what I seek in this child.

His soul is corrupted but pure. A delicious meal.

If I consume him, he will be filling, satisfying,

Perhaps the best meal of my life.

And the boy himself is amusing, strong willed,

Glaring hatefully and humans and demons alike.

He will make a fine master, while it lasts.

So tell me, bitter child, hateful and vengeful

Would you like to form a contract with me?