@MusicManiac655

2 years ago

(Length warning) Contracts were his specialty. It didn’t matter where he went, someone would surely be desperate enough to sign with him. There was no limit to what he could give. Money? Child’s play. Love? Get ready for everyone to want you. Fame? Just say what kind. But revenge? That was his favorite. Most people didn’t read the fine print on the contract, and just accepted it when he waved off the question of the cost. Something you wouldn’t miss, worry about it after you die, nothing major or even important. After all, what was a soul to a dead person? Angelica was not an ordinary contract. “This says after I die, you’ll literally eat my soul, thus preventing me from an afterlife, judgement, or reincarnation.” Beezlebub blinked down at her and then smiled wide. “Yes. It’s not like it will matter, you’d already be-” “I decline. Revenge isn’t worth it. I assume the text of this contract means that even if I get revenge and he dies, he’ll get to be reborn or go to an afterlife, whereas I will simply cease to exist after I die. That’s just stabbing myself in the foot.” Once again, he blinked in surprise at the petite woman before him. He flipped onto his stomach in the air, drifting a hand down to toy with her long auburn curls. “You’re clever. I like that. Fine then, a new contract.” “Terms?” “The same as this, but with an extra clause.” He waved his black tipped claws across the paper, the words shifting and dripping further down the page. She lifted it back up, tipping her head forward over it while he twirled her hair, tugging it slightly. Her free hand slapped his away as she looked up at him, her eyes sharp. “Souls equivalent to the weight of my own? How would I know how many that is?” “It amuses me that you’re more concerned with the weight of your soul, and less so with the fact that I’m asking you to harvest souls for me.” She shrugged and looked over at her phone, still unlocked to show a photo of her with two others, their faces hidden by the shade of the tree. “I’m already asking for someone to die. If the price for making him pay for her death is to collect souls for you, I’ll do it. I can’t get to him. You can. Now how much does my soul weigh? Tell me how many abusive pieces of human garbage I have to kill in order to fill your contract.” The silence was heavy and electric as Beezlebub dropped down softly upon the earth, leaning over the small woman. His horns brushed against her skin, leaving pink abrasions that caused her to wince. “Oh, this is going to be entertaining. I just know it.”

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