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 felt like he couldn't breathe as his father vanished. He looked up at Marcus, his eyes wide with disbelief and relief. "T-thank you," he stammered, swallowing hard before hesitantly reaching out to touch the demon's chest, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath his fingers.
Marcus snorted in annoyance, scooped the young man into his arms, and carried him like a baby. "You say you want revenge, but you back out halfway through... pathetic," he said coldly, gently stroking Blaze's cheek. "Are you going to continue your revenge on the rest of your list... or have you changed your mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Blaze glared at Marcus as he spoke but remained silent. He thought about the others on his list and felt a sick satisfaction flow through him. They deserved what they were going to get, didn't they? Slowly, his expression shifted, becoming more resolute. "I haven't changed my mind," he growled, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "They all need to pay." He hoped the demon would believe him.
mood: determinedthoughts: I can do this... They don't deserve mercy. Not after what they did.
Marcus stared incredulously at the human in his arms. He kissed his cheek tenderly. "You're a terrible liar... but whatever..." he said softly. He snapped his fingers and made the list appear before them. "Next is Jackson Rivers... what do you want me to do?" he asked, glancing sideways at Blaze.
Blaze hesitated for a moment before pointing to the name of Jackson Rivers on the list. "I want you to make him suffer," he growled. "Just like he made me." He paused, thinking about how best to phrase it. "Inflict as much pain and misery upon him as possible." His voice was shaking with anger and hatred, but there was also a strange note of determination in his tone.
Marcus looked at Blaze, raising an eyebrow. "You said the same thing about your father... and when I started, you stopped me mid-job..." his voice was cold.
"I know... I'm sorry..." Blaze mumbled, looking away guiltily. "It just- it was different with him... It's easier to watch someone else go through it... But not Jackson. Not this time." His voice wavered, and his grip on Marcus tightened. "Please make him pay for what he did..."
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured, bringing his face closer to Blaze's. "...I really hope you don't change your mind this time..." he whispered against the young man's cheek before giving him a tender kiss. He snapped his fingers and made Jackson appear before them, gagged and bound hand and foot, looking equally terrified and angry, trying to break free. Marcus looked at Blaze. "Then... give me the order and I'll begin... try not to change your mind... you'll ruin my fun," he said coldly, his eyes narrowed.
Blaze felt his heart race with anticipation and fear as he watched Jackson struggle against the invisible binds. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and whispered, "Do it." His voice shook slightly, but there was an unmistakable determination in his tone. "Make him suffer."
"Whatever you say, little mouse." Marcus said softly, before smiling wickedly and delivering a powerful kick to Jackson's stomach, sending him flying. Marcus began to laugh maniacally as his penis dilated until his eyes were completely black. He carefully lowered Blaze from his arms and walked toward Jackson, beginning to kick him violently.
Blaze closed his eyes tightly as he listened to Jackson's screams and pleads for mercy. He felt his stomach churn with disgust, but at the same time, there was a dark part of him that reveled in the suffering. It wasn't right... but it felt good... maybe too good. "Stop..." he whispered hoarsely, finally finding the courage to speak up. "That's enough..." His voice wavered, and his eyes darted between Jackson and Marcus.
The demon paused for a moment, glancing over at Blaze before giving him a mocking smile. "Oh? You've changed your mind again?" he taunted. "I thought you wanted to see this asshole suffer..."
"Whatever you say, little mouse." Marcus said softly, before smiling wickedly and delivering a powerful kick to Jackson's stomach, sending him flying. Marcus began to laugh maniacally as his pupils dilated until his eyes were completely black. He carefully lowered Blaze from his arms and walked toward Jackson, beginning to kick him violently.
Blaze swallowed hard as he watched Jackson writhe in pain beneath Marcus' relentless assault. "No... not anymore," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to find the words to make the demon stop. "Please... I can't..." Tears began to stream down his face unchecked, but if anything, it only seemed to fuel the demon's bloodlust.
Marcus stopped abruptly, turning to face Blaze, before letting out a sharp growl of irritation. "DAMN YOU, HUMAN!" he said furiously. Walking toward Blaze, he demanded, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT THEN?" stopping in front of the young man. "ANSWER ME, YOU SHIT!" His demonic voice echoed throughout the room, sounding like hundreds of people shouting the same phrase.
Blaze shrank back from Marcus, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. "I-I don't know..." he stammered through tears. "Just... just stop it! Make him stop!" He gestured toward Jackson, barely able to speak coherently as terror overtook him. "I can't watch this anymore." His voice cracked, and his whole body trembled violently as he struggled against the demonic presence in the room.
He clicked his tongue in irritation. "Pathetic." Marcus said coldly. He snapped his fingers and made Jackson and his blood disappear, leaving the room as it was before, as if nothing had happened. He glared at Blaze, furious. "Are you going to continue with your stupid revenge, or are you going to keep interrupting me every time I start torturing those idiots?"
Blaze looked at the floor, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I-I don't know..." he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head. "Part of me wants to keep going... but another part just can't handle it anymore." He lifted his tear-streaked face to meet Marcus' cold gaze, pleading for understanding. "What am I supposed to do?"
The demon snorted derisively and crossed his arms again. "You tell me, little mouse," he said mockingly. "I just follow your orders."
"Fine..." Blaze muttered angrily, wiping away the remaining tears with his sleeve. "Then forget I ever said anything. Go ahead and finish them all." He took a shaky breath and steeled himself against the pain he knew was coming. "Just... please don't make me watch anymore..."
Marcus rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. "Done," he said coldly, looking directly at Blaze. "I've finished off everyone on your ridiculous list. Happy now?"
Blaze looked at the empty space where Jackson had been and swallowed hard. "I... I guess." He hesitated a moment before asking, "What about them? Are they really dead?" His voice was barely audible over his shaking breaths.
"Yes," Marcus said curtly, crossing his arms. "If you don't believe me, you'll see it on the news tomorrow: five people died 'mysteriously.'"
Blaze winced and nodded, his expression unreadable. "Thanks... I guess," he said softly, still struggling to believe what had happened. A part of him wished there was some other way, some alternative to the death and destruction Marcus had wrought in his name. But deep down, another part knew that this was what needed to be done. "What now?" he asked finally, looking up at the demon with fearful eyes. "Can I go back to my life or...?" He trailed off uncertainly.
Marcus let out a small, macabre chuckle. "Have you forgotten your part of the bargain?" he said with a smile. "I already killed them... that means..." Marcus lowered his head to the young man's level. "...your body and soul are all mine... you offered them to me yourself," he said slowly in a deep voice, before letting out another small, macabre chuckle.
Blaze gulped, feeling suddenly cold despite the warmth of Marcus' breath on his face. "W-what does that mean?" he stammered, trying not to panic as images of himself being violated and tortured filled his mind. He knew he had no choice but to agree, but that didn't make it any easier.
His eyes darted around the room, searching for some escape route or means of fighting back against the demon who now held his fate in his hands. But all he saw was a small, empty closet and a locked door. There was no way out...
Marcus took the young man, cradling him tenderly in his arms like a baby. "It means you're all mine," he whispered softly in Blaze's face. "And you don't have to worry... I won't hurt you," he said with a small smile, before his face quickly darkened and he glared at Blaze. "As long as you obey me and don't try anything stupid." His cold, deep voice echoed throughout the room; the threat was more than obvious.
Blaze felt himself go limp, relief washing over him in waves as Marcus' promise to not hurt him registered. "I-I understand," he whispered shakily, gazing up at the demon with wide, fearful eyes. He nodded slowly, trying to appear resigned and accepting of his fate. Inside, however, he was screaming and begging for release from this nightmare.
As Marcus held him close, Blaze couldn't help but feel a strange sense of wrongness about the whole situation. This wasn't how things were supposed to go... But it was too late now. There was no going back. He only hoped that Marcus would keep his word and not make good on any of his threats...
Marcus let out a small chuckle. "Cute little mouse..." he purred against the young man's cheek before giving him a tender kiss there. "...you're really adorable..." he whispered softly, beginning to leave a trail of kisses along Blaze's jawline.
Blaze felt his body respond despite himself as the demon's lips brushed against his skin. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, trying not to moan as Marcus continued his teasing assault. His thoughts raced, unable to reconcile the gentle touches with the horrors he'd just witnessed. "T-th-than... thank you..." he stammered, his voice barely audible over his racing heart.
Marcus let out a small chuckle. "You're so adorable I could die..." he said, gently cupping the young man's chin. "That's how I'll treat you as long as you obey me... you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked softly, kissing the bridge of the young man's nose.
Blaze swallowed hard and forced himself to nod, unwilling to provoke the demon further. "Y-yes... I'd like that..." he whispered hoarsely. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the demon's touch as it continued to send shivers of desire through him despite himself.
"Good little mouse." Marcus purred, stroking the young man's cheek. "From now on, call me 'My Lord,'" he gently commanded.
Blaze opened his eyes and looked up at the demon in surprise before quickly lowering them again. "Y-yes, My Lord," he whispered quietly. He forced a shaky breath out through pursed lips, struggling not to writhe under Marcus' ministrations. His mind raced, desperate for some way out of this nightmare but knowing that it was already too late.
Marcus smiled as he heard the young man obey. Still holding Blaze, he floated to the bed and lay down, possessively wrapping his arms around the young man's waist. "...if you keep being this adorable, I'm going to have to eat you, little mouse..." he purred softly, pulling the young man even closer and gently tracing circles on his back with his finger.
Blaze trembled violently at the thought of becoming Marcus' meal, but couldn't deny the shiver of excitement it sent through him. "Please... My Lord... don't..." he whispered hoarsely, feeling his heart race in fear and desire. He closed his eyes tightly as the demon continued to caress him, unable to resist the sensations that flooded his body.
Marcus let out a chuckle. "Don't you want to be my meal?" he asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow slightly. He brought his face close to the young man's neck. "...what a shame... you look so delicious..." he said, gently biting the skin of Blaze's neck before kissing him right there.
"No... please..." Blaze whimpered softly as the demon's teeth scraped against his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through him. He arched into Marcus' touch, desperate for more even as he begged for it to stop. His mind reeled from the conflicting sensations, and he felt himself growing ever closer to losing control completely.
Marcus slid his hand down Blaze's back, slipping it under his pants and gently squeezing his buttocks as he continued kissing and softly biting his neck. "Are you sure?... I could eat you right here if you just asked me to..." he whispered against the young man's sensitive skin. He slid two fingers between Blaze's buttocks, beginning to make circles around the tight entrance. "...I'm sure it would taste delicious..." He began to leave a trail of kisses down the young man's neck, reaching his jaw, then his ear. "...Let your Lord eat you..." he whispered against his ear before gently biting his earlobe.
"Yes..." Blaze moaned as the demon's fingers touched him intimately. "Please... eat me..." He arched into Marcus' touch, crying out in a mix of pain and desire as he lost himself to the sensations coursing through his body. His hips moved restlessly against the demon's hand, seeking release from the torment and the pleasure that flowed together like twin rivers of fire within him.
Marcus grinned broadly with satisfaction, revealing his sharp teeth. "Nice little mouse," he purred softly. He settled himself on the bed, positioning Blaze beneath him as he climbed between his legs. "...I'm going to enjoy every inch of you..." he whispered, his voice thick with desire, before kissing the young man possessively on the lips. His fingers slowly slid into the young man's anus.
As Marcus entered him, Blaze screamed in agony and ecstasy, unable to contain the force of his emotions. He arched his back, clawing at the sheets beneath him as the demon's fingers thrust deeper inside him. A keening cry escaped his lips as pleasure coursed through his body in powerful waves, washing away all thought and leaving only the sensation of Marcus claiming him completely.
"M-more..." he begged breathlessly, unable to believe the intensity of the feelings overwhelming him. His hips bucked hungrily against Marcus' hand, seeking more contact, more friction that might help release him from this glorious torment. "Please... I need..."
Marcus let out a small, macabre chuckle. "What a hungry little mouse..." he purred. With his free hand, he ripped off all of Blaze's clothes in one swift motion, leaving him naked. He inserted another finger into the young man's anus, while he began to kiss his chest, playing with his nipples, nibbling skillfully.
Blaze arched his back off the bed as the new sensations assaulted him. "Oh... gods..." he moaned hoarsely, trembling with desire and fear alike. His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him, drawing threads in a frenzy of need as his body twisted helplessly beneath Marcus' relentless touch.
"Yes," he whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Please... more..." His hips moved frantically against Marcus' hand, seeking satisfaction in the rough contact and the brutal way it threatened to undo him completely.
He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to forget everything but this moment - the pain and pleasure twined together so perfectly, each feeding off the other until he could no longer tell which was which. All that mattered was Marcus, controlling him with a touch, claiming him utterly.