"What do you mean he never came back last night?!"

Jesse paced around the office, he was usually calm and collective in a situation, but when someone like Reyes goes missing like that, something's gotta be wrong. The strike commander watched him, stone-faced as usual in Jesse's presence.

"Gabriel Reyes is one of our best hunters, he is completely capable of getting out of a dire situation, i'm sure he will be back soon."

McCree slammed his hands down on the strike commander's desk. "Don't give me that shit, Morrison."

No response.

"You know damn well something is wrong, but that forest scares the shit outta ya, so you ain't gonna bother looking for him."

No response.

"I thought you two were close, but you're just gonna leave him out there to die because you, Jack Morrison, leader of a damn monster hunting organization, is scared of a monster infested forest, which by the way, is perfectly safe in the daytime, you're a coward."

Morrison sat up straight, McCree knew he was pushing it, but there was no way in hell he would back down now.

"Or is this about me? You just don't wanna help me? If one of your agents went to you about this, you wouldn't think twice, huh?" The hunter chuckled. "You can't stand me, i know, you're not gonna help me no matter the situation just to spite my existence, all because, what? Been a cock block for you and Reyes since i got here?"

He stood up suddenly, Jesse took a step back, startled by the action.

"Get out of my office, McCree."

Shit. Lines' been crossed.

"Reyes will be back, and until then, you should go clear your head."

Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but the cold expression on Morrison's face halted him. Reyes was naturally scary, but Morrison was damn intimidating. Unable to respond, the younger hunter retreated, hanging his head down to avoid eye contact. People were watching of course, but that wasn't the issue at hand for McCree.

"i'll just look for him myself."

Reyes always left a mess, whether it was in the dining hall, after a battle, or at the opening of some path to a gate Jesse had never seen before. With Peacekeeper in hand, McCree walked through the gate. The broken village he found himself in sent a chill up his spine, the ringing of glass breaking under his boots echoed as he made his way up to the old castle. Even in it's decayed state, the castle itself was huge, and knowing Reyes, he was definitely poking around in there. The wooden door creaked as it was opened by the hunter. His spurs clicked in sync with the pounding of his heart as he journeyed inside the dark castle. "Just find Reyes and then you can get the hell outta here." He thought to himself. Repeatedly. Walking past an ancient throne, McCree began to feel that pressure, the weight of eyes on his figure like when he walked the halls of the overwatch headquarters, only this time, he didn't know who was watching him, but he could tell someone or something was stalking him there in the dark. A sudden "BANG" in the distance brought McCree back to the situation at hand. Either trouble, or Reyes, either way, he followed the sound, tightening the grip he had on his gun along the way.

BANG.

It was getting louder.

BANG.

Reyes didn't come back from this, then why would McCree have a better chance?

BANG.

….Fuck.

"JESSE"

Relief washed over McCree when he discovered that sound was coming from Reyes, trying to free himself from the cell he was inside. "Hang on Reyes, i'll get ya outta here." He pointed Peacekeeper right at the lock, but when the shot was made, it was in vain. The lock seemed to have shattered the bullet upon impact. Before he had time to question it, their source of light extinguished. A sudden wind blew the torches out….no, Something blew the torches out.

"Kid, don't be an idiot, get out of here, NOW."

"I ain't one for runnin'… 'specially from a fight." McCree smirked, Tipping his hat up with Peacekeeper. Seeing Reyes locked up, awaiting danger in the merciless dark, It reminded Jesse why he came here in the first place. He was going to save his Commander, he was going to face anything that tried to stop him, and when he was finished, he was going to rub it all in Morrison's stupid face. A cold wind crept through the dark tower as a low, feral growl entered the chamber. The hunter turned towards the staircase where a pair of ghastly, white eyes stood out, lighting nothing but the creature's own face in the darkness.

"It was foolish of you to come here, hunter... "

His breath hitched. The feral growl, the distortion in the stranger's voice, McCree reached for his lighter, he had to be sure what he was facing.

"Apologies for the intrusion, but you've got someone here that i'd like back."

The figure made its way over to McCree. As he finally got a grip on his lighter, a clawed hand took hold of his jaw and jerked him forward. The hunter lifted his lighter to meet his foe's gaze, His eyes in shock of the qualities on this creature. He stared into empty eyes, lacking pupils, lacking a single iris, and long, jagged horns emerged from his head. The creature towered over him, strangely enough, considering how tall McCree thought himself to be. It's cold skin tainted with blue…. maybe grey? McCree could really tell in the low light, he took notice of some red markings surrounding the creature's face, and the truth of his situation finally struck. Much to his dismay, he was face to face with a demon, and he sure as hell didn't come prepared to fight one. Jesse didn't dare move until he was sure on what to do, and it was hard to focus with his eyes locked on the demon's, and Reyes ranting on something in the background. "...Grabby, ain't ya?" he said suddenly, pulling away from the demon's grip. The bitter scoff from the demon made him straighten up.

"You are clearly not prepared for a fight, seeing as you have not made any attempt to engage in battle, so leave. And do not send anyone else here to waste my time further." The demon spat, turning to leave.

"Hey! Now wait just a minute, i ain't going anywhere!"

The demon stopped.

"I came here to rescue my commander and i ain't leaving without him!" McCree held his ground as the demon approached him again, glaring….up at it. God, it was hard to be intimidating. "...you ain't exactly tried to "engage in battle" with me either, so i don't think i'm in any rush to leave quite yet." Jesse smirked.

"Unlike your commander, you have not made the foolish decision to attack me, you are however wasting my time because there is no valid reason for me to let that man out, so i will tell you once more before i lose my patience with you hunter. Leave. Now."

McCree was running low on time before something bad would happen. Think, can't fight the demon, so how else to get out of this? Demons….demons… hell… hella' dangerous… kill people… no s… souls… a deal… shit this is risky. "What if i offered ya a deal?" The demon looked perplexed...and a little sinister about the idea. "You let my commander go and… i'll give ya my soul in exchange." McCree chuckled nervously, trying to crack a joke. "Or… what's left of it anyway."

"JESSE ARE YOU NUTS?!" Reyes sure wasn't happy.

The demon smirked. "Do you know the consequences of selling your soul to a demon, Hunter?"

Jesse shifted uncomfortably, starting to hate where this plan was going. "I...die?" The demon chuckled, no doubt at his ignorance. "Selling your soul to a demon will bound you to said demon until they choose their method of disposing your soul...so yes.. In the end i suppose you would die."

Bound...shit, he was gonna be stuck here until the damn thing killed him.

"I am satisfied with your offer...do we have a deal?"

McCree looked over at his commander, yelling at him to stop being an idiot, to run for it, but thinking everything over, he decided…. Overwatch doesn't seem to need him, but it sure as hell needs Reyes. Jesse turned his gaze back to the demon and gave a nod in response. A parchment suddenly appeared in front of him with a quill and it's end. McCree took a step back, he had always been a bit superstitious, and wasn't an admirer of such witchcraft. McCree slowly took hold of the quill and looked at the parchment in front of him. A soul contract, guess even demons need it in writing. He let out a sigh and signed his soul away. A sudden burst of light spilled from the parchment, McCree felt a cold wind blow around him as the light surrounded his wrists and glowed a bright blue hue. As the light diminished, the blue hue formed shackles and chains down his wrists and resembled what looked liked dragons. The chains didn't feel heavy however, and they didn't quite end but… they seemed to be faded on the last links… damn this magic stuff is weird. The demon took hold of Jesse's chains and yanked him forward with a sinister grin. "Jesse McCree is it?... Your soul now belongs to me." McCree didn't really know how to respond to… everything that just happened. He glanced down at his chains and then back up at the demon, due to die anyway, might as well make a joke while he can.

"Kinky."