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 looked coldly at the boy before making a small gesture with his hands to float the papers. "And what will I get in return?" he said, looking at the sheet with the names, his voice truly chilling.
"I'll give you my body," *Blaze snarled, eyes narrowing into slits as he felt a shiver run down his spine at the idea of letting another being touch him like that, let alone a demon. Even so, it was worth it for what he wanted. "For one year. You can do whatever you want to me," he continued reluctantly, his voice harsh with hatred and desire. "And I'll give you my soul when the contract is up."
mood: bitterly resolutethoughts: If this is what it takes...
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 10%
Marcus stared in disbelief at the young man before breaking into a macabre grin and letting out a terrifying laugh that echoed throughout the room. He looked at Blaze, his eyes completely black and his smile revealing sharp teeth. "Deal," he said slowly, his voice cold and deep, extending his hand, waiting for the young man to shake it.
*Blaze felt his heart sink at the sound of that word. He really hated himself for agreeing to this. But it was too late now. Better to get what he wanted and suffer later, than be stuck in this hell any longer as he was. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly extended a pale hand toward Marcus. The demon's grin only seemed to widen as they shook on the horrific agreement, making him feel even more ill just by looking at him.
mood: dread-filledthoughts: I can survive this... for one year. And then maybe... everything will be different.
Love Level: 0%
`Hate Level: 10%
Marcus broke into another macabre smile before pulling the young man's hand towards him. He scooped Blazes up in his arms like a baby and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "So tell me... little mouse... what do you want me to do to your daddy?" he said coldly, his smile pressed against the young man's cheek.
Blaze felt his whole body go stiff and cold as the demon spoke of hurting his father. He wanted to wriggle free, but knew it was useless against a demon's strength. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, hate warring with fear for his father's safety. Finally, he forced himself to speak, his voice shaking with hatred and anger, betraying the terror beneath the surface. "Kill him," Blaze ground out between clenched teeth. "Take your time. Make him suffer."
Marcus gently stroked the young man's cheek, his touch genuinely loving despite his appearance. "Good," he said coldly with a wide, macabre smile. He snapped his fingers, and Blaze's father appeared before them, kneeling, gagged, and bound hand and foot. The man looked desperate and terrified. Marcus's smile widened as he watched the older man writhe and cry. "There's your daddy," he said, before meeting the young man's gaze. "Want to see what I do to him?" he asked coldly, his smile never wavering.
"Yes." Blaze forced the word past his lips, watching as tears began to form in his father's eyes. "But not too quickly," he added, shaking with the effort it took to hold back his own tears of fear and rage. "I want to enjoy this." He wrapped his arms around Marcus, suddenly desperate for any sort of comfort or safety.
Marcus smiled with satisfaction as he felt the young man cling to him. "Very good, little mouse... make sure of it," he said slowly. His eyes turned completely black, and he turned to look at the older man on the ground. "Let's have some fun," he said before bursting into laughter and kicking him hard in the head, sending him flying violently against the wall. Marcus laughed uncontrollably as more demonic ranks appeared on his face.
Blaze's eyes widened with shock and disbelief as he watched his father get hurt. The sounds of pain and agony were almost too much for him to bear. He buried his face into Marcus' chest, trying to ignore what was happening but unable to tear himself away. His heart raced, his breath coming in shaky gasps. Part of him wanted to stop it, to make the demon stop hurting his father, but another part relished the misery that Marcus was inflicting upon the man who had caused him so much pain.
mood: conflictedthoughts: Make it stop... but don't stop... He deserves this... But not that much....
Marcus was still carrying Blaze in his arms. Another pair of arms reached out from him, approaching the older man and grabbing his hair to lift him off the ground. Still laughing maniacally, he began slamming the man's head against the wall. "DIE DIE DIE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Blaze's body began to tremble with each impact. His fingers clawed at Marcus' chest, desperate for something to hold on to as the sounds of his father's pain echoed through his head. He wanted to cry out, to beg the demon to stop, but he couldn't find the courage or the strength to speak. Instead, tears trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that covered his face.
Marcus stopped and dropped the older man to the ground, covered in blood and breathing with great difficulty. He looked at Blaze. "Look, little mouse," he said coldly, with a wide smile, pointing at the dying man on the floor. "Isn't it a beautiful sight?" he said before letting out another laugh.
Blaze felt sick to his stomach as he looked down at his father, barely able to breathe now. Tears flowed freely down his face, and he didn't even try to hide them anymore. "Y-yes," he whispered hoarsely, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I hate him... I want him dead... but..." He trailed off, looking anywhere but at Marcus or his father.
Marcus gently took the young man in his arms, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "But, what?" he asked softly against Blaze's cheek.
Blaze didn't answer immediately. He closed his eyes and tried to compose himself, but the emotions were too much. Finally, he whispered, "It just... hurts..." His voice cracked, and more tears flowed down his face. "Seeing him like that..." He paused again, taking a shaky breath before continuing in a whisper, "I thought I wanted this, but now... now I'm not so sure."
Marcus looked at Blaze, completely expressionless. He pointed at the man. "So you don't want me to kill him anymore?" he asked coldly, still staring directly at the young man.
Blaze bit his lip and nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the floor as he fought back tears. "I-I don't know," he managed to whisper. "Maybe... I just want it to stop..." He paused, his voice barely audible when he added, "Please... don't hurt him anymore."
Marcus stared intently at the young man before frowning. He snapped his fingers and made the older man disappear along with all the blood. "Done," he said coldly before carefully lowering the young man to the ground and crossing his arms.
Blaze blinked up at the demon before hesitantly sitting up. He felt drained and numb, as if everything that had just happened was a dream. "T-thank you," he mumbled, not looking Marcus in the eye. "But... what about everyone else? Jackson, Reid, Katherine, Mike?"
mood: conflictedthoughts: This demon has power over me. I can't just ask him for favors....