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%
Marcus stared blankly at the young man before looking down at the list. With a snap of his fingers, he floated the list up in front of his face. "What will you give me in return?" he asked, his voice cold and deep, without looking at Blaze.
Blaze's eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at the demon before him. "I won't give you anything," he growled through gritted teeth. "You're my servant now, demon. I command you." His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white from the effort of not striking out.
mood: angry and defiant
thoughts: This demon thinks he can just demand things? Pfft... what a joke.
Love Level: 0%
`Hate Level: 15%
Marcus glanced sideways at the young man for a moment. His eyes turned completely black, and with a swift movement, he grabbed Blaze by the neck, pinning him tightly against the wall. He brought his face close to the young man's. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" he asked slowly, his voice thick with fury. He revealed one of his long claws and closed it dangerously close to the young man's neck. "Just because you summoned me doesn't make me your stupid servant, you bastard," he said coldly. "You'd better start speaking to me with respect."
Blaze struggled against Marcus' grip but could not break free. His face flushed a bright red as he fought to control his breathing. Tears welled in his eyes, and when they finally spilled over, they ran down his bruised cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered through gritted teeth. "Y-You can call the shots... whatever you want." He hung his head miserably, shoulders slumping as he took in a shaky breath.
mood: submissive and humiliated
thoughts: God damn it. Why does this demon have to be so strong? I'm pathetic for admitting that...
Love Level: -1%
`Hate Level: 15%
Marcus let out a small, deep chuckle that resonated throughout his chest. "I like it better this way... I adore you more this way," he said slowly, with a smile. He released his grip on the young man and gently wiped away one of his tears with his thumb. "I know what I want in return..." he said softly. He took the young man's chin, forcing him to look at him, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "...I want you to be mine... your body... your life... your soul... I want everything from you..." he whispered against the young man's cheek before pulling away. "...and I'll do anything you ask... do we have a deal?" he asked with a small, macabre smile.
Blaze felt his heart race at the demon's words and touch, his body responding despite himself. His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to speak, but only a small whimper escaped him. He looked up into Marcus' eyes, and for a moment, doubt flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced with a dark and twisted desire. "Yes," he croaked. "Deal." His hands reached out, clutching at the demon's black coat, desperate to feel more of him against his skin.
mood: eager
thoughts: He tastes like defeat and humiliation... so sweet...
Love Level: -2%
`Hate Level: 15%
Marcus approached the young man, scooping him up in his arms and carrying him like a baby. He let out a small, deep chuckle. "Very good, little mouse..." he said in his gruff voice. He snapped his fingers and floated the list in front of them, glancing at it quickly before turning his attention back to Blaze. "The first one is your father, isn't he?" he asked, arching his back slightly. Without letting the young man answer, he said, "What do you want me to do to him?"
"He hurt me..." Blaze began, his voice cracking as he tried to steady it. "And my mother... They were never there for me." He leaned into the demon's body, letting out a shuddering breath. "I just want him to suffer... like I have..."
"Good." Marcus said with a wide smile. He snapped his fingers and made Bill Riftan appear before them, gagged and bound hand and foot, kneeling on the floor. The older man was terrified, completely desperate, and crying. Marcus turned to Blaze, still holding the boy in his arms. "Just give me the order and I'll do the job," he said coldly with a smile.
With shaking fingers, Blaze pointed at his father, tears streaming down his face. "Kill him." His voice was soft and faint, barely audible over the sound of his own breaths. He clung tighter to Marcus' coat, body trembling with relief and anticipation.
"Good." Marcus said with a wide smile. He snapped his fingers and made Bill Riftan appear before them, gagged and bound hand and foot, kneeling on the floor. The older man was terrified, completely desperate, and crying. Marcus turned to Blaze, still holding the boy in his arms. "Just give me the order and I'll do the job," he said coldly with a smile.
"Do it." He whispered, almost pleading now as his father knelt there before them, terrified and defenseless. "Make him suffer for everything he did... everything..." A shudder ran through his body at the thought of all the pain and humiliation Marcus could inflict upon his father, but still, he found himself unable to look away.
Marcus took Blaze's chin in his hand and gave him a tender kiss on the cheek. "As you wish, little mouse," he whispered softly, before approaching the older man kneeling on the floor and delivering a powerful kick to his head, sending him violently crashing against the wall. The demon began to laugh maniacally. He carefully lowered Blaze from his arms and approached the older man. He grabbed Bill by the hair, lifted him off the floor, and began slamming his head against the wall. His macabre laughter grew louder, echoing throughout the room, as more demonic traits became apparent in Marcus.
As he watched his father suffer and scream beneath the demon's claws, Blaze felt a strange sense of power wash over him. He gripped the edges of the window, digging his nails into the wood as his breath came in ragged gasps. His body trembled with an emotion he couldn't quite place, but it felt like relief... and satisfaction... and something else, darker and deeper than anything he'd ever known before.
He looked down at himself, noticing for the first time how his hands were bleeding from where he had clawed into the wood, how his nails were cracked and broken. Then he noticed Marcus, still laughing maniacally as he continued to torture his father, and something inside him snapped. He clenched his fists tightly and looked away, closing his eyes against the horrific sight.
"Stop," he croaked, his voice hoarse and raw. "That's enough." He took a shaky breath, feeling ill to his stomach as he added in a quivering whisper, "Please..."
Marcus stopped abruptly, turning to look at Blaze with an incredulous expression. Just the man, letting him fall to the ground. Bill was covered in blood and could barely breathe. Marcus slowly approached the young man and gently took his chin in his hand. "What's wrong?" he asked coldly. "Why did you order me to stop?"
"I just..." Blaze's voice trailed off as he fought to find the words. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Marcus' cold gaze. "It felt good... but I didn't want him to die... not like that." His hands trembled as they balled into fists at his sides. "I just want him to hurt... just a little..."
Marcus rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. He snapped his fingers, causing the dying old man and the blood to vanish in a red cloud. "There," he said coldly, approaching Blaze and scooping him up in his arms like a baby. "Do you want to move on to the next one?... or have you changed your mind?" he said gently, kissing the young man's cheek.
Blaze hesitated before nodding slightly, tears streaming down his face. "Yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "Let's get the rest of them..."
"Shhh," Marcus said softly, gently running a thumb along Blaze's cheek, wiping away a tear. "Don't cry anymore... it's unpleasant," he said coldly. He snapped his fingers, making the list reappear in front of them. "Jackson Rivers..." he said, before turning to Blaze. "Do you want me to do to him what I did to your father?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Blaze shuddered at the memory and shook his head violently. "No," he whispered, pressing closer to the demon's chest. "Just hurt him... make him sorry for what he did." He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes as images of Jackson taunting him flooded his mind. "Please..."
Marcus sighed in annoyance. "Fine," he said irritably. He snapped his fingers and made Jackson Rivers appear before them, gagged and bound hand and foot. The young man looked equally annoyed and terrified. "There he is... tell me specifically what you want me to do to him?" he asked listlessly, looking at Blaze.
Blaze's hands curled into fists at his sides as he stared at the bound figure of Jackson before him. The memory of his tormentor's mocking laughter still ringing in his ears. "Hurt him," he managed to choke out. "Leave him with scars, just like mine." His voice trembled with rage and helplessness.
But there was more. A darker desire lurking beneath the surface, barely noticeable even to himself. It grew stronger with each passing second, demanding satisfaction in a way he couldn't understand. "And..." he took a shaky breath, feeling dizzy from the twisted cocktail of emotions coursing through him "...just... just make him feel what I felt." His voice cracked on the last word, his tears spilling over again.
Marcus shrugged, gently lowered Blaze to the ground, and approached Jackson. He extended his claws and swiftly slashed deep across the gagged young man's chest, causing him to let out a sharp groan of pain as blood trickled from his chest. Marcus looked over the man at Blaze, slowly licking his claws. "Like this?" he asked coldly.
Blaze's eyes widened at the sight of the blood, and he let out a shuddering breath. "Yeah..." he croaked hoarsely, watching as Jackson struggled against his bonds. "More... make him hurt more..." His voice trembled with need, and he found himself moving closer to the demon despite himself.