As I observed my own blood falling inside the mouth of the devil , I couldn't help but be totally amazed. The way that it controlled the blood, making it dance to his creepy tune, it was honestly incredible ....
Under my breath, I just couldn't help but say, "Amazing." But you know what's crazy? Alongside the fear creeping in, there was this greedy feeling, like a hungry curiosity wanting to get a piece of that ability . Even with the fear and all about being my blood , the pull of having that forbidden power, the chance to mess with life itself, was just too darn tempting to resist. It's a wild mix of awe, fear, and a craving for something way beyond the everyday normality.
I had to make it mine....
It's strange that I have not heard anything from Favian though, maybe the rituals only allowed my soul to get into contact with the demons , leaving him out.
Not that it mattered at the end of the day.
The demonic entity continued its macabre feast, indulging in the blood until a palpable satisfaction settled over the grotesque scene. With a chilling precision, it ceased its drinking and turned its attention back towards me. In a low, almost sibilant murmur, it spoke once again "You may now gaze upon me."
Feeling the weight pressing on my back drift away , I slowly lifted my gaze, fixing my eyes upon the demon. The unsettling emptiness of its eyes met mine, and a heavy silence lingered.
"I must say, it has been eons since someone dared to make contact with me. I believed the tangible proof of my existence, the very terror that echoed across countless realms, had been erased when my followers met their demise and their scriptures were reduced to ashes.Imagine my surprise when I landed my gaze on you"He said with a chilling smile
My response was measured, acknowledging the truth. "You're right. Every one of your followers has met their end, and any evidence of your existence, save for a lone survivor, has been obliterated. A small shine that I tracked down and secured to facilitate this unique conversation with you."
The demonic entity, its presence an unsettling amalgamation of power and malevolence, acknowledged my efforts with a terse nod. "Very well. I suppose you harbor desires, for why else would you risk seeking an audience with me? Did they not inscribe tales of my deeds in those works? You either possess an audacious disregard for consequences, or perhaps you are merely a fool. So, let me inquire, what is it that you desire?" The voice resonated with an ancient wisdom, filled with the weight of countless encounters with mortals.
"I come seeking powers," I spoke with a determined resolve, "powers that can turn my enemies to ashes. But the truth is, my current mana pool falls far short of matching my ambitions. I desire a new, greater source of mana, and it is you whom I wish to forge it. Grant me the strength to wield destruction, to command the very elements and bend them to my will. In exchange, I offer you something that will match my request and the promise of serving your dark designs."
"Very well," the demon responded, its interest piqued, "but what, pray tell, do you bring to the table in exchange for such formidable power?"
With a measured confidence, I presented my offer, "I bring you the soul birthed in this lowly vessel, the essence encapsulated within the mortal named Favian Delacroix. Offer me the power I seek, and in return, you shall claim dominion over this mortal soul."
The air in the ominous space crackled with the weight of the impending pact. The success of this negotiation hinged on the acceptance of this sinister bargain, if he asked more questions than everything would fail.
A sinister laughter reverberated in the dark expanse as the demon, amused, considered my proposition. It seemed to relish the irony, likely deeming me a fool for offering my very soul in exchange for power. The truth was that giving up one's soul meant surrendering not only life but also the very essence of desire and emotion. In the demon's eyes, I risked becoming a mere puppet, an extension of its will, devoid of personal aspirations or feelings—a darkly ironic price for the power I so fervently sought. The laughter lingered on for a few moments before he revealed each set of teeth and brought his finger to his mouth and bit it.
In a sudden twist of the otherworldly, the demon vanished from its throne, only to materialize stealthily behind me. An eerie awareness crept over me, and as I turned to face the demonic entity, a shock coursed through my being as I found my legs miraculously restored.
With an otherworldly calm, the demon fixed its gaze upon me, its unnerving eyes penetrating my very soul. In a gesture both solemn and grotesque, it extended a finger, dripping with its own blood. "Drink it, and the deal shall be signed."
Feeling a mix of nerves and determination, I stuck out my tongue, between the demon's bloody finger and my mouth. The black gooey blood dripped down, giving off this creepy vibe like something big was about to go down , which certainly was .
When that first drop hit my tongue, it was like tasting bitterness and pure evil all at once. Sucking in that demon blood felt like a messed-up kind of communion, as if I was renouncing part of myself.
A malevolent laughter erupted from the demon, a chilling sound that echoed through the shadowy expanse. Its eyes glinted with a sinister amusement as it declared, "You are a fool, mortal. The deal is done. You are now my puppet''
In a peculiar response, I found myself laughing, a strange mix of amusement and acceptance. "Congratulations on the new soul," I uttered, my tone bearing an unexpected lightness. The demon, momentarily caught off guard, halted its own laughter, watching me with a hint of confusion.
"I hope you enjoy having a bodyless soul because, after all, that isn't mine," I quipped, a peculiar smirk playing on my lips. As the words left my mouth, the oppressive darkness that enveloped us began to dissipate, yielding to the familiar confines of my room.
I looked around, my gaze sweeping across the room, after confirming I was effecitvely back in my room, I laughed....and laughed and laughed and laughed.
I could not believe that I managed to fool an immortal entity that lived for thousands of years..
A voice, resonating with the demonic entity, echoed loudly within the confines of my mind, demanding answers. "What is the meaning of this? Why can I not control this body? What have you done?" The demon's perplexity and frustration were palpable, its inquiries echoing through the recesses of my consciousness.
"Seems like I traded Favian for this... Well, I'm sure you will be much more useful than him," I remarked, addressing the demonic presence within.
''How did you do this, how is it possible that you did not respect your side of the deal?''
Amused, I chuckled and responded, "You should know, even gods have to respect a contract. I've fulfilled my part justly." Pausing for effect, I continued, "However, I did not specify which soul inside my body you would get. I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Riccardo , and the one you consumed was Favian Delacroix – or at least, the one of our discussion"
And for a bit inside the room only the sound of my laughters could be heard. As the thought of having given the middle finger to an entity that existed since the dawn of time , made me laugh like never before