Tsyilna Llyria: 2-Figures... lol. I'm glad you like. 3-what did you expect? I like evil. *giggles*

Soul Vrazy: Because Luna's an incubus. That's why. And yes, raw meat with fat.


Collaboration Partner: Darkrosegirl (who is awesome, btw)


Love, Keta


Chapter 3: Contracts

Harry blinks, blending into the darkness seamlessly while he watches Miles talk to a contractor demon named Jacqueline. It was the demon from next door who thought that going to see the commander of the west side of London was a good idea; Harry is not so sure. From what he's seen, Jacqueline is cruel, demanding, greedy… well, a demon, but something about her sets off a deep hatred in the boy, making him want to rip her throat out and stomp on her face. The only thing that keeps him from doing so is the fact that the redhead is Miles' sister.

Eventually, his blue eyed companion comes out with a broad smile across his face. "Sire!"

"I said that you could call me Harry," the boy says, annoyed.

"I know, but it is not proper, especially in front of others."

Harry shakes his head, knowing that it's a losing battle; he's been with Miles for almost a month now, but the demon's very conscious about what he says and does. "What do you want?"

"Jacqueline asked me to pick up a soul, and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me."

A nod is the response. "Lead the way."


The streetlights, so sparse, barely illuminate the street where a woman runs for her life, instantly regretting the contract she made for a better life. She knows that the demons will be coming to drag her soul to hell, but she wants to live. So she, stumbling over cracks and uneven patches of concrete screams for help only to run into a young man with brown hair streaked with blue. "You have to help me," she pleads.

"Why should I?" He turns his head, and immediately, she follows his gaze to see a young boy siting on a retaining wall with his hands crossed. "Should I… Harry?"

"No…" The boy jumps down, and the woman can see him as the devil that he really is.

"Please don't do this!" she cries. "I don't want to go to Hell!"

He gives her a cold look. "You sold your soul, Maggie… It was your choice. You made it, and now you must pay the price…" Harry grabs Miles' hand. "Are the hellhounds going to kill her now?"

The demon smiles. "Yes, they will. Is this fine with you?" Black hair floats in front of a small face as the owner nods. "Good." When they walk away, the dogs descend on the woman. "Does ice cream sound good to you?"

"Yeah… I want chocolate."

"Me too."


A couple of days later, Harry's walking down the street by himself when he starts to feel them, the souls that are bound to Hell and, by extension, him. He can feel the contracts that throb with the need to be fulfilled and he wants to catch those souls and hear their stories, know what they've done with the extra time, with the things contract demons have promised. There are some, like a man who'd offered up his soul to save his daughter's life who'd been dying of cancer, who are willing to spend an eternity in agony to help others.

Miles told him that he'd sold his own soul to cure his village of the plague; in return, he was burnt alive before his contract was over. Then he found himself before Lucifer who'd taken him in as a protégé, apparently, it was a very big deal.

Harry smiles with these thoughts; these people are the ones that he knows he can trust, even when they become demons. He wants to surround himself with them, make an inner circle with trust at its base, something very rare amongst demons. So he decides to search for others to add to this circle, even if they are human right now.


Over the next five years, Miles and Harry travel together, seeing the world and all of its glories as the new devil's powers develop. They see Russia, France, America and Japan: the four places that he'd wanted to see for most of his life, and in each place, he made new friends but no one was more special to him then Miles, who held a familiarity to him. He knows not why Miles seems to be so special and why he thinks in his heart that he's known him for more years then he has been alive…