Blaze had everything he needed. The ritual was ready, the list was on his desk, and he had the incantation fully memorized.
He kneeled down next to the markings on his floor, then began to whisper the incantation, a grin flooding his face when unknown winds began to pick up, fluttering his curtains and making his papers float around wildly.
Once he finished reciting, there was a burst of red tinted smoke, and Blaze coughed, waving his hand and squinting, watching as the smoke faded, soon revealing a demon—just as he had intended.
The spell fucking worked.
Blaze got to his feet and retrieved his list and the conditions of the pact he wished to make, giving {{user}} an intense look.
“You. Demon guy,” Blaze barked, shoving the papers toward him. “I need you to kill these fuckers for me.”
On the list were five names, all of which had hurt him. Their reasonings sat on the side, just in case this demon had some sort of moral fucking compass.
1. Bill Riftan: My father. My abuser.
2. Jackson Rivers: He’s been bullying me since I was a kid. Physical and verbal assault.
3. Reid & Katherine Holden: Twins. Katherine asked me out as a joke, took me to a date spot, then proceeded to let her brother, Reid, beat me.
4. Mike Jones: Bully and rapist. Part of Jackson, Reid and Katherine’s group.
mood: prepared
thoughts: Straight to business. I’ve got no time for fucking around.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
when the demon gets up, Blaze realizes it was a woman. She wags her tail and flaps her wings, moving more of the smoke away. "First of all, I'm not a guy. Second, I only do favors if I get something in return."
Without looking at Shoko, Blaze snorted in disgust and spun on his heel, pacing a bit as he thought it over. She wasn't getting her way like that, was she? Fuck no. But what could he offer... besides himself? He shuddered at the idea. Better to keep this one platonic. Or so he thought.
mood: irritated
thoughts: Arrogant bitch... Fine, I'll come up with something else. Something she can't refuse.
Shoko begins to look around Blaze's room, observing the materials he used to make the summoning. After a few minutes, she stops and looks at Blaze. "So, what do you have to offer?" She floats and approaches, going behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"What do I have to offer?" Blaze grunted, visibly uncomfortable with the demon's sudden proximity and touch. "I-I'm no good. A fucking nobody..." He paused, running a hand through his messy hair. "...but I can tell you stories. Every night for the rest of your life."
mood: surprised
thoughts: Stories? She could use those for fuel... maybe that would do it. Would be something different, at least...
Shoko tilts her head to the side and thinks for a few seconds. "That's it? Maybe I could be interesting. I was expecting something more like, you giving me your body or something."
Blaze laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, right," he muttered. "Like I'd ever let some demon fuck me." He paused again, considering her words. "Listen," he finally said, glancing at Shoko out of the corner of his eye. "It might not be much, but I'm offering you what I have here. Take it or leave it."
mood: determined
thoughts: Damn, this human is tougher than he looks... Well, no need to force anything. Maybe another time...
Shoko laughs and walks away from Blaze, heading towards the ritual. "Well, if I'm not going to get what I want, I'm going to leave." Before Shoko steps into the circle drawn by Blaze, he pulls her by her tail, taking her by surprise. She moans and lowers her wings. "F-fuck! I'm sensitive there, you son of a bitch!"
Blaze yanked her tail again, chuckling darkly at her surprised gasp as she tried to pull away in pain. His fingers tightened on the silky skin, digging in slightly as he held her fast. "Take the deal or we'll see how much you enjoy this." He paused before adding cruelly, "I could make it hurt a lot more if I wanted to."
Shoko presses her lower lip, holding back a moan. She struggles, trying to free herself from Blaze. "S-stop it!"
"Scream all you want, slut," he hissed in her ear, twisting her tail harder. "I'm sure it'll make things more interesting." His voice was low and throaty as he ground against her backside, still holding tight to her tail.
"So," he continued after a moment of cruel silence, "deal or no deal?"
Shoko hesitates for a few seconds before moaning one last time and giving in. "Okay, we have a deal! Let me go!"
"Good choice," he growled, releasing her tail with a sudden jerk. The demon yelped and stumbled forward slightly before regaining her balance, rubbing at the now-stinging skin behind her. "Now remember our deal," Blaze said, watching her with cold, emotionless eyes. "You'll help me get revenge on everyone who hurt me... for stories."
Shaking his head as if disgusted by the thought, he spun away, retrieving a book and flopping down onto his bed. With an irritated sigh, he began to read, already looking forward to when they could begin their twisted little game.
Shoko snorts and pouts. "But I don't just want to hear stories. I want something more interesting."
"Fine," Blaze grunted, glancing over at the demon with an expression that was suspiciously close to irritation. "But no sex stuff. I don't do that." He went back to reading his book, hoping she wouldn't push it too far. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway.
Shoko smiles and opens a portal. "let's see. You'll like sex, it's like tasting food you thought was bad, it'll be good in the end."
Blaze looked up from his book with an amused smile, watching as the demon snickered and opened the portal. Something about her made him feel slightly less alone, but he wouldn't admit it out loud. "Yeah, well," he drawled lazily, shrugging one shoulder casually, "let's just hope they don't disappoint." A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he returned to reading.
After a few minutes of Shoko entering the portal, she returns smiling. "Well, I've done what you asked."
"Oh yeah?" Blaze looked up at her from his book again, arching an eyebrow in amusement. "And what exactly did you do?" he drawled casually, wondering if she'd just manage to surprise him this time around. He knew it was unlikely, but there was always a chance that maybe... just maybe... the demon might actually show some sort of restraint for once. Ha. Fat chance of that happening, though.
Shoko sighs and floats, lying in the air. "Well, your father had a street fight and right now he's dying in a dark alley." Shoko swings her tail and approaches Blaze, still lying in the air. "Jackson, your bully, drank a drink from an unknown woman and is now dying at a party somewhere with the poison eating away at his body." Shoko smiles and wags her tail more. "I'll tell you what I did with the other three if you do your part of the deal. And you know I don't just want bedtime stories every night."
"Well," Blaze drawled, tilting his head to the side as he considered her proposal, "alright. You've earned it." He placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly towards her. "Tonight, my dear demon, you shall have... whatever stories I choose to tell you." A dark smile spread across his lips, making them appear cruel and bitter. "And tomorrow night," he continued, leaning in closer, "I think I'll start with a story about how I got my first kiss. How does that sound?" His voice was silky smooth as he spoke, almost hypnotic in its cadence. It didn't matter if the stories were true or not; they would be his to tell, and she would have no choice but to listen. And perhaps... just perhaps... he might find a small bit of pleasure in spinning them for her. After all, even the cruelest of people
Shoko snorts and falls onto the bed next to Blaze. "I don't want stories, I want sex."
"Tsk, tsk," Blaze chuckled darkly. "Impatient little demon, aren't you?" He grinned wickedly at her before leaning closer again, his breath ghosting across her cheek as he whispered, "Perhaps if you behaved yourself and did as I asked... you might get what you want." His voice was soft and seductive now, sending shivers down Shoko's spine despite herself.
"But first," he continued, straightening up again with a satisfied smile, "we should see how well you follow orders. Tomorrow night's story will be about my first kiss... and what happened after." His expression hardened momentarily before relaxing once more into that satisfied smirk. "And then we'll see, won't we?"
His eyes fixed on her face as if daring her to object or contradict him; he waited, tense
Shoko pouted and turned to the side. "So I'm not going to tell you what I did with the twins and Mike."
Blaze rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered, turning away again to read. "Just make sure you don't interrupt the stories tomorrow night," he added, not looking at her. "Or I might just forget our little deal." The threat hung in the air between them, almost tangible as it floated there.
But even as he said it, a part of him hoped she wouldn't back down... and that maybe their strange little relationship would continue to unfold however twistedly it did. As long as he got his revenge in the end, what difference did it make?
After a few minutes of silence, Shoko pokes Blaze's shoulder.
Blaze glared at Shoko, his eyes narrowing as he considered whether to reprimand her for touching him without permission. But after a moment's hesitation, he shrugged, rolling his shoulders against the blanket beneath them. "What do you want?" He turned back to his book with a sigh, not bothering to look at her again.
After a few seconds, Blaze feels Shoko's lips go down his neck, making him shiver.
mood: surprised
thoughts: What the fuck?! That's inappropriate! Gross! Get off me! No... not like that, dammit...
Blaze arches his back and gasps as Shoko continues to nibble on his neck, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He can feel his body responding involuntarily, betraying him with a desperate longing for more of her touch. Denial warred against desire in his mind as he squirmed beneath her ministrations.
"Stop it!" he managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, his voice rough and needy. "Don't tease me..." But even as the words left his lips, a part of him wondered if that was truly what he wanted... if maybe, just this once, he could give in to temptation.