Chapter 3: The Kiss of the Devil

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"Yes, I think I'm willing. Tell me what I must expect."

"First, you must decide on what you want goal you wish to form the base of the contract. For example, my last master's goal was to take revenge on his parent's murderers and the people who tormented him."

"And what do you get in return?"

"Normally, we receive your soul in return. An unfortunate side effect of being a demon is that we must survive on the soul of a human every once and awhile. If we could avoid it, we would. But we must survive somehow. However, I wish for that not to be, in this case," his smooth voice announced, "I have other plans for your soul."

The way he said the words sounded seductive at first, but Lucia felt in her heart that it was only meant to sound that way. He was plotting something, which she supposed made sense as she was still fairly sure demons were probably, even if they weren't pure evil, on the darker side. Perhaps he was a sinful creature and her soul would suffer from contracting with him, but she finally decided on a goal worth damning herself for.

Lucia's mother tuned in the radio. It was just the two of them there at the time. Her brothers and sisters had been sent off to the countryside to escape the bombings. Her father had left to fight. She and her mother ran a dance club together for all of the people who were stuck in their home-turned-hell to relax at. They ran it faithfully every day, and every Sunday they would allow themselves to dance as well. Her mother was beautiful with her fiery orange-red hair swinging to and fro. Her glittering green eyes would always captivate her audience. But tonight, those glittering eyes sparkled with tears as she listened to the rumours of what was happening within the concentration camps.

"Lucia, what if this is true? Do you think it's true, baby?" she broke down on the ground at Lucia's feet, crying.

"It's awful! What would I do if they did that to our family?"

Lucia's mother was always a kind heart. She worked at soup kitchens to feed homeless children in her spare time. She loved all children like her own, and hearing the awful rumours of the concentration camps broke her kind heart.

"I want to save them! How can there be a God if such things are allowed to happen?"

Her cries for their liberation went long into the night. She wanted more than anything to save the children. She swore she would protect them at any cost, but she never had the chance. She was lost to the Blitz two days later.

"I will contract with you, Sebastian. I have my goal in mind."

"Are you sure? Once you contract, the gates to paradise are forever closed to you."

"Yes. I have a goal that is worth anything. Sebastian Michaelis, you will help me end this war and protect as many as we can from sharing the fate of my mother. Once the war is over, you may do what you want with me. My soul will be yours."

"Is this is a very strong contract you ask for?"

"The strongest possible, of course."

"Very well."

Sebastian held her shoulders and placed his mouth on hers. Energy radiated into her very soul, engraving fate into it with a red hot knife, merging his presence into it permanently. There was no doubt left in her battered mind that this contract was absolute and unbreakable. The intense pain lasted for what seemed like forever but was in actuality less than a minute long. His symbol was burned into her soul itself. She tried to breath again, only to realise Sebastian's mouth was in the way. He pulled away gently, but she could see the barely masked delight on his face from having made her uncomfortable. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like him much. Suddenly, there was a jolt of pain on her left hand. She saw there was another symbol there, but she knew it couldn't be Sebastian's. She -definitely- knew at this point what his symbol looked like in addition to how it felt being etched into you. She didn't think about it for long, though. Sebastian's self-centred smirk was too distracting.

"You just did that to make me feel uncomfortable!" Lucia accused.

"You asked for the strongest contract, so I gave it to you," he replied smugly, "And now I'm yours to command."