"How amusing- a few years is time enough?" He wondered why exactly that was such a concern to her,

"Well- It isn't my place to grant any stable amount of time for you. See, how this works," and he sat down before her, getting comfortable for the following explanation,

"Contracts are sent down to Hell for His Putridness to personally approve of. He usually sets an estimated time to how long he'll allow the contract to last- but he has full power over making any changes. Demons, like myself, are sent as middlemen- see my job is to make sure everything goes along smoothly on this plane and report regularly down to hell."

He peered down at her with his black eyes, seemingly more invasive than ever.

"If you understand this then sign now. And your wish will take affect in mere hours- perhaps even less."

He flexed his fingers quickly and the parchment fluttered before her, as if to call her attention. His claw was still wet with her blood- all he needed now was her permission.