The pact was complete. A contract between spirit and human. An aid of power for aiding in wars. Not a bad deal per se, considering the alternative was death. Kokoro Fujiwara had not much time to consider this offer. It mattered not, however. The power she was presented with was something she would eagerly take the position of the "spirit world's pawn" for the time being. There was the matter before her. Knowledge of the Demons was granted with the contract. The sort of beings that exist as "monsters under the bed" that one remembers from their childhood. Demons that exist only to cause calamity and the like to those of mortal standings. They could be considered parasites; blights ruining the status of humanity for self-gain. Truly these were beings that were not "just", therefore Kokoro understood what she needed to do. The power that had been granted to her by her now "partner" was something Kokoro would consider "powerful". In the event that Kokoro used this ability correctly, there was not a lot of beings she could really fear. The "red strings of fate" wrapped themselves around a simple metallic pipe in the alleyway Kokoro was engaged upon by both the Spirit and the Demon, though in different meanings of the word for each. Where as there was an exchange of ability for herself and the spirit, the Demon had attacked her. I the event that the Demon had not attacked her; had the Demon been passive, Kokoro would not have had the reason to attack it. Rather, because it had targeted herself, she had the "right" to defeat such a monster with the utmost she could muster. The strings twisted and turned, dragging the pipe towards Kokoro. "Metal" was the power given to Kokoro. More specific, the ability to "bend" metal to her will. Steeled as she was, ready to deal a decisive strike against her foe. The pipe changed to Kokoro's will. Shaping itself, it took the appearance of a Katana. Considering her opponent had not armor for protection against weapons and the like, this seemed to be a suitable choice for the matter at hand. Confirmation: Loading knowledge of swordsmanship from the eastern block. Understanding of weapon limitation and ability, check. Kokoro was given all the knowledge she needed to utilize this weapon, as if she had become a Master swordsman who had committed their life to the practice. "Disappear," the "swordsman" said, cutting down the demon before her in a single strike. After defeating the Demon, she turned to the person who had given her this ability. "I must thank you for giving me such a power. Never would I have imagined that such an ability would exist in this world, though I suppose that the source is unearthly. It appears that we will be working together from now on." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a slight chuckle, the "kitsune" looked towards the boy before her with a rather interested look plastered on her face. "Interesting~! Very interesting~!" the woman simply said, clasping her hands together. To think that she would find such a man of passion and desire before her as such. The proclamation stated by this "Yamato Shirou". "I have made my choice," The woman simply said as she walked closer towards this "Yamato Shirou". Slowly, her footsteps echoed through the streets, each step taken at a rather slowly. Though it might have only been a few seconds, time itself seemed to freeze at her presence. Reaching the area which Yamato stood, the Kitsune leaned forward to whisper directly into the boy's ears. "My name is Suzuka, but as a special treat you can call me Suzu~. want you to accept my contract. Can you do that for me, boy?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ezekiel was a man of principle; the sort of person who would never give up on their own goals. One might be able to consider him a loyal individual, while dissuants of the man would simply consider him a stubborn individual. Once Ezekiel was to place stock in a construct, he would see such a construct to the end, taking a position of utmost loyalty to those who had given him a task as such. Loyalty to "the cause" was the reason that Ezekiel was given his position, as well as his general prowess in combative situations. Though being the lowest number in the ranking system of demonlords, Ezekiel was still one of these Demonlords, therefore he had proven himself over that of the standard mobs. A single rumor had brought Ezekiel to this coffee shop, and he had to see if such were to prove truthful. Word did travel fast to him, after all. Entering the shop, Ezekiel looked around to see if he had been correct in entering this place. And to his surprise, he was. Sitting in this shop were both of his superiors in rank, the fourth and fifth lord of demons. "I see you are as ever lax as usual, Seras." The demon seemed to say in a mater-of-fact sort of manner, awaiting some sort of response from such a comment. "Salutations to you as well, Micah."