Ellianor sighed and fell on the ground, his blade dissipated into nothingness, back to his inventory. "Aaah. You are a bitch, you know that?"
He sighed, his breath heavy in his chest, his bones cracked in place, Ellianor could feel his body heal, to a painful degree.
The demon looked at him, her eyes had a mild amusement in them. "Ah, if I had not given up I could have killed you?"
She asked, beware that she now could not do anything against her enemy, and now master, yet entertaining the thought of what could have happened was interesting.
"So could I." She smacked her lips together, he had a point. He collapsed because he now felt safe to fall, not because he lost the will to fight altogether.
The contract was made, in a rather pathetic form. There was no crowning or acceptance, he did not even treat her as a knight. Ellianor said some words, and took her into the "fold".
