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A man, naked and charred, gripped at his leg, wailing down at the red clay earth. His hands were bloodied, bones peering out from beneath sliced skin, and they tried to draw out his own, or perhaps his sympathy. The demons eyes looked down at the dead man and he pondered the fragile creature for a handful of moments. They stood just beside the sea of ragged bodies- the newly arrived sinners from the Gate- marching off toward the Palace. The man at his feet was not the only soul wailing- they all were- screaming and crying things he'd heard thousands of times before. None of this was new. None of this phased him. With an annoyed flick the demon brushed the creature off of him and kicked him back into the Sea of the Damned. He fell into a handful of others- but they were so dazed and grief stricken that they only pushed the thrown man out of their way, making sure not to help him up once he fell under their feet. Vaylian watched as the poor soul was crushed under the feet of the thousands swarming the path. The screams raised high above the others and continued for some time- for he would and could not die now. The blue demon scanned the crowds again, bringing a claw up to his mouth to pick at something caught between his teeth. His arrowed tail swished once before he felt a familiar presence by his side. He turned his black eyes on Ashirom, a fellow demon that aided him in scouring the Sea for any out of the ordinary activity. The lesser demon cleared his throat and held up some parchment into his companions face, "Master bids you appear before him." "And what is this?" "Your contract of employment- it has something to do with it, I assume." And at once they were off, jogging alongside the Sea, headed toward the palace. *** Once they arrived to the main gates of the Palace Ashirom stopped and bid him farewell, claiming that he had no business to see their master other then to send Vay on his way. The demons parted without another word. He shouldered past the mortals until he reached the head of the line- where normally Satan would be seated. However his throne was empty at the moment, it seemed, for whatever reason. He thought it odd that he was sent for but not met. Just then a curtain was drawn from beside the throne and a short demon poked their horns out from the shadows. Vay stood on attention as this demon strolled out only to beacon him with a hand into the darkness behind the curtain. "Master," he called once behind the curtain, "you have summoned me." As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he noted that he was in the corner study of Satans right hand and that this was his first time being here. Three others besides himself stood within the room. The largest of which sat at its center, the embers of his eyes glared down at him as they spoke, "Summoned, yes. Summoned is exactly what you have been." Croaked the demon, exhaling vapors as it spoke. "You confuse me." Admitted Vay, keeping his expression even and stoic. The master demon shifted where he sat and clapped his hands once. A circle of light at the center of the room burst to life between them. Suddenly Vay knew exactly what was going on. "You've been promoted. Your first assignment awaits."
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10 Minutes Before-Hand Jessilyn walked up the metal staircase outside the building her apartment was in. She was careful to walk on the ice of the steps. The snow had been coming down since yesterday, and it was a horrible blizzard. Her fingers felt raw and ached with a cold pain. She huffed her warm breath into the gloves she had on them. As she reached the outside of the 2nd floor of the two story building, she pulled her keys out of her pocket, sliding her apartment key into deadbolt, and unlocking the door. She headed inside the apartment. Although she had no funds from her artwork, she lived off her trust fund set up by her parents. With the way her life was going, her funds would run out by this time next year. Her parents would not pay for her to go to Art School, so she had to use her trust fund they had set up for her since she was a baby. Her trust fund consisted of $100,000. She used the majority of it to pay for her college. at $10,000 a semester at the most proficient art college in the world in Paris, she was down to her last $20,000. Her one bedroom apartment itself was $800 a month including all utilities. She had her $110 insurance bill on her paid off Dodge Charger a month, and the rest was for gas a food. She set herself up a $1,000 monthly budget to make her funds last for at least 20 months, but she knew it was just an estimate. In real time, she wouldn't last more than a year before going back to her parents to be sent off to a Business college for four more years. She shook her head at the thought and walked into the apartment. It was a nice apartment, considering the price for rent. She walked onto the hard wood floors. To her right was a sectional couch that slid along the wall away from the front door and against the wall on the right. In front of her was a hallway that led to her room and her master bathroom, and a wall that separated the kitchen and living room. She hung up her gray jacket on the coat rack hanging on the wall next to the door. She took the plastic bags full of supplies she had purchased and walked to the middle of the large living area, dumping everything out into the floor. The contents included salt, incense candles, black charcoal, a silver gauntlet, and a knife. In the floor, she draw an eight foot diameter pentagram in black chalk, and poured salt in a circle around the pentagram, as to trap the demon inside of the pentagram after summoning it. If it was a demon who could not fulfill her desires, she would not allow it to enter her life. She placed a candle at each corner of the pentagram, lighting them and then turning out the lights. She kneeled into the middle of the pentagram and placed the silver gauntlet into the middle of the star. She took the knife and wrapped her hand around the blade, pulling it out of her hand quickly and feeling the blade slice open her hand. She pulled her hand into a fist and squeezed hard, watching the blood trickle into the gauntlet. "I am calling for a demon to grant my desires, and offering my physical body in return," she said. She stepped out of the pentagram, to see if her ritual had done anything. The pentagram itself was a portal and if there were any demons there to grant her desires, she would do as much as she could to get what she wanted.
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The flames that circled the pentagram flared intensely, lapping their way up as if to touch the ceiling. This sudden burst soon died away and their embers tampered down to only blue flames. A nearby television turned on and began to flick through the channels- picking up in speed until the tv itself was turning on and off again. Other appliances about the room followed in this behavior- roaring to life only to die out and then repeat again. This strange activity carried on for a series of moments until the room fell in to silence once more, throwing the room into darkness, save for the dim light of the candles. spill the blood... spill the blood... cut its throat and spill the blood... spill the blood Whispered voices from the darkness, their tongues dancing behind sharpened teeth. The sudden presence of a handful of beings was now eminent in the room. They seemed to chant at first but soon their voices grew in distinction- feverishly hissing other horrible things. A low wail rose from amongst them and permeated the room. she was just so small- I didn't mean to- I didn't- she was just so small and so weak. Oh god- oh god- and she cried... She cried in that tiny voice of hers and I just HAD TO DO IT I HAD TO KILL HER- fuck... Fuck oh my god I killed her.... My baby girl I killed her... Hissed a female voice from amongst them. As she cried the pentagram began to glow. the axe is by the door... No we use it for wood... Yes wood for the fires... No for the fires... For the fires we use the axe for the fires... The fires... Wood for the axe for the fires! I axe the fires for the wood- no I axe the wood for the fires- for the fires that keep us warm... We keep the axe by the door for the fires... What? Blood? In the fires- no, on the axe- we axe wood for the fires! Wood... Wood sometimes bleeds.. But to keep us warm Ranted a nervous male voice, just as a shape began to emerge from the pentagram. so what if I fuckin brained her- the bitch had it coming- huh? How'd I do it? I drilled holes in her throat for every one of our kids- Came the hoarse growl from amongst the voices. The shape molded itself into horns, then a head and shoulders. A pair of bright eyes burst open just as the demon struck out its arms from the portal to pull itself seemingly out of the floor. we make sure to keep them all in the shed- the wife likes to play loud classical music while they cry out during our parties Soon he stood at full height over her. The pentagrams light died as his body solidified within it and the voices hushed, as if to hear him. Vaylian, literally, blinked the light out of his eyes and scanned the room quickly. It was dark and he smelled blood. The blue demon looked down at his feet, where the cup sat. He scooped it up, sniffed it, and then looked down at his client. "Your request for a contract has been acknowledged." His voice was deep and predatorial, not unlike that of a tiger, if they spoke of course. "State your desire and pay for it- with your soul."
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Jessilyn was taken back by the actual demon itself. She had no clue that the ritual would have this affect. She didn't know for sure that the demon would just present itself the way it had. Her heart was beating miles a minutes. The thought of having her desires granted was mouthwatering. The thought of being a somebody was too wonderful to pass up. But then she started to think of the consequences of her actions. If there were real demons in the world, then surely there was a hell. The thought of hell made the hairs on her arms raise. She turned to face away from him, and started breathing fast and deep. "Oh my god- what have I done?" she asked aloud, pacing back and forth throughout the living area. She really don't know just how bad she fucked up. She couldn't comprehend what she had done, nor did she actually believe it would work. She didn't want to sell her soul to the devil, but on the other hand, she wanted to be somebody in life. She wanted to prove to her parents that her time in college was not a waste of money or time. She looked back up at the blue demon. She could feel the room spinning, and could feel herself become dizzy. She shook the feeling away and stepped forward, deciding on whether or not she was royally screwed. She needed to make a change in life, and she was going to start with the biggest sacrifice of her life. "Before the contract is signed, I would like to know your terms. In exchange for becoming a world-renowned artist, is there any way we could barter on your price?" she asked.
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The demon tilted his head as he stared unblinkingly at her, his black eyes bore in to her own as he recited, "Any desire is yours for the ultimate sacrifice. No barters will be accepted. Once the soul is sold it cannot be returned. Once the contract is signed the engagement is final. However-" and his gaze was suddenly distant as he recalled something, "a soul can be bought back only in place of another, willing replacement." Vaylian focused back on the client, his tail unwound from behind him and swished about, although it did not pass over the salt barrier. "Simple, straightforward terms. Your decision?" With a wave of a hand a parchment soon appeared from his palm, which he held out to her with the cup. A quill pen jutted out from between his fingers for her to sign with. Invasively he stared at her, waiting patiently for a reply.
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"A willing replacement?" she asked. She could see a way around that area, but still, the choice to sign away her soul to a demon is still a hard choice to make. She gripped the quill in between her fingers and dipped the quill in the gauntlet of blood, tapping it against the rim to make sure the excess blodd wouldn't ruin the parchment. She glared at the parchment, and read the fine print of her desires being granted for the exchange of her soul. She tapped the quill's feathers against her cheeks, feeling the soft suppleness of it. The choice was a hard one to make, but at the same time she wanted the be a somebody. The only thing she wanted more was her parents approval of her lifestyle, and with the desires that he could grant, she would be able to do just that. She touched the quill to the parchment, and began signing her name at the bottom.
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She had scarcely finished signing before the parchment and accompanying quill disappeared in a burst of purple smoke. The demon that crouched before her began to eagerly fidget and writhe within the circle. He sort of paced, like an animal in a cage, within the barrier. The impatience was clear on his expression and movements- but his voice was measured as he went on, "Break the circle. Allow me to breach this plane and your wish will be granted." The distortions in his where slightly more eminent now. It was as if three people were talking at once, from the pit of his throat. The blue flames quivered as he spoke and stood stiffly when he did not. The affects of the contract would most likely begin within the hour. He was entirely unsure of the exact time- given that it often varied concerning the desires. Unsurprisingly this human wanted power. Although, honestly, this did not wholly concern him. He would not be returned to hell until he was called upon- so if this human granted it- he could roam about for some time. A part of him wanted to see how her wish would play out, however, and he was sure that he would stick around just to find out.
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She turned to head into the kitchen and grabbed a broom and dustpan. She hurried back into the living room and began sweeping up the salt. She broke the lines, allowing him onto the plane of Earth. "So I take it that you do not mean any harm to me, right?" she asked, continuing to sweep up the salt. She felt that she was more calm than others would have been. Maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet. She did just make a deal with a demon. If she had any clue as to what she got herself into, she probably would have never made the deal with the devil's minions. She looked back up at the blue demon, almost feeling somewhat concerned that he did not return back to the underworld. "Are you staying in my life?" she asked, sweeping the salt into the dustpan. She began walking back into the kitchen to dump the salt into the garbage pail. She turned back to face him, folding her arms across her chest.
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Finally free he sprung from the spot. He clawed up on of the walls and then looked over his shoulder, down at her, "Yes." He affirmed just as his eye caught a mirror. As he scaled along a wall to it, his blue tail lashing about as he did so, he informed her, "Your contract has just been sent down for approval. Once its been stamped- you desire will be in place and you will find that quite a number of things in your life will change. More recognition. New relationships, perhaps. It will all go according to how your life would be like as a successful... Er... Artist." He was unfamiliar with the term, so he merely echoed it in hopes to convey his point. Soon he was looking in to the mirror, which hung on the wall he had his claws dug in to. Its surface reflected not his face nor the room behind him, but a fiery view of hell. "I'll be staying for a while, yes. Its customary that we stay for some time... Just to make sure everything plays out smoothly." He tapped on the glass a few times, as if punching in some code, "Allow me to call the boss, if you don't mind." He mumbled casually, happy now that all of the formalities were over with.
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Jessilyn was a taken back by the statement that he would be staying for a little while. She just couldn't face her parents with a demon looming around her, or go out in public with him hanging around her. At that moment, when he started pecking on the glass, she could see the flames in the mirror. It gave her inspiration at that moment. She ran out of the room and to her supply closet in the master bedroom. She grabbed a box that contained her acrylics, oils, and pastels and grabbed a cotton canvas and her easel. She dragged her supplies into the living room and set up her work station, grabbing her palette and acrylic oils out of her wooden box and began setting up the blues, whites, reds, yellows, blacks, browns, and whites. She could see painting a demon who was intrigued by mirrors, but it was even better to paint a demon using a mirror to contact the devil himself. She began painting the outlines, hoping he would not mind that he was her subject matter in the painting.
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A flat scaly face filled the mirror just then, its bright eyes peered out at him suspiciously. This demon was heavy-set and incredibly ugly. A symbol on its forehead denoted that it belonged to some high rank. This was his father- although no familial attachment was made between demons save for with Satan himself- and so he saw this beast as his master, sometimes even as just an employer. His place under this demon was amongst all 666 of his slave children- a legion, as it was called on the surface. Of course their situation was not singular- his master had 665 other siblings who worked under their father/slave master and he was under the power of another high ranking demon- and the chain continued for some time until it reached the Throne. Vaylian, however, had no children and most likely never would- his place on the long chain of demon rank was to remain at its very bottom and serve as a demon of contracts and possession. "Vaylian- I see you found a mirror. I take it that the contract went well." The blue demons tail flicked from side to side as he spoke, "Yes, it has been sent your way for approval. The client has allowed me to step on to this plane." "Oh-ho. That makes it a great deal easier for us, then." "I suppose it does." "Well then- I'll touch base with you once its approved." "Yes my liege." "Very well then- ah, Vaylian, if you have any questions on the matter- you should contact Ashirom. I've placed him in charge of supervising your progress on the surface." He was surprised by this news, the blue demon pressed his face closer to the glass, but did not venture on asking. His master cleared his throat here and continued, "It should be your top priority at this point to possess something and keep out of sight. The Veil has been broken and you'll be visible to the humans now. You must possess quickly or the feathered ones will find you." Gravely, he nodded, and bid his master farewell. The mirror fogged over for a moment and cleared to reveal only Vaylians reflection. He unhooked his claws from the wall and dropped to the floor. It had almost completely slipped his mind that he was vulnerable in his true form while on the surface. He turned and looked at the human, but saw that she was preoccupied with something. How curious, he thought as he tilted his head to observe her, it busies itself with something already. "What is it that you are doing?" The pure pigments of the paint smelled intense and synthetic- he liked how they burned his nostrils. The demon ventured forward and noted that she had been dabbing at them with a brush only then to mark away on some pulled parchment. At first he mistook the canvas as some sort of animal skin- for down in hell the dilettante there work on such material- but saw that it was quite unlike it.
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Jessilyn continued the same portrait even after he had moves. She looked over at him and back to her work. "There is a time in an artists life, when something phenomenal happens to them, and they are too infatuated with life to capture the phenomenal moment. As a demon, you are one of the most feared creatures on this Earth, next to lions, tigers, and bears," she said. She had finished the outline of the demon, and began painting the outline of the flamed mirror. She looked at the mirror, still using it as a refernce, even though the call to hell was no longer visible. "I decided to do an artistic work on you doing your chat with whomever it was you were speaking to. I shall call this piece, "The Devil's Deal". So, you need to possess someone eh?" she asked.
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He was surprised with her choice of words and how she comported herself around him- he expected something a little more... Frantic from a human. She was much more serene than the humans he encountered in the underworld. Then again they were always headed toward their Sentence and here this human was given a gift. Vaylian rolled his neck before he rubbed the end of one of his pointed ears, "Mmm.. Yes." He said, seemingly disinterested. "If I'm to remain undetected, then I need a vessel." He picked at something between his teeth with a claw as he continued, "Know of anyone you don't particularly care for?" He grinned at this suggestion- curious as to if she was willing to giving up anyone close to her.
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Jessilyn continued her painting. She tried to think over of someone she knew of, but not someone she knew personally. She always wanted to talk to her hot neighbor, but never got the chance to chat him up. She looked u at the demon, supposing that she did even know his name. "I am Jessilyn by the way. You can call me Jess for short," she said. She rinsed her brush and started working on a new color. "My neighbor that lived below me is a pretty boy," she suggested to him.
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Vaylian squinted at her as she busied herself with her painting materials. He didn't understand the phrase "pretty boy" but he knew attraction when he saw it. The blue demon bore his teeth in a grin at her, "Jessilyn.. You desire this neighbor.... Carnally?" Before she could answer, however, he slunk over to the door and looked back at her from it, "Where does this neighbor live?"
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She shrugged her shoulders, as she finished up the base color of the demon himself. She mixed a few colors, getting in her 'zone' of creativity. The word 'carnally' didn't even begin to describe her attraction to her silent neighbor "He lives downstairs below me. I must admit that he is hot, but I never really got to talk to him too much. The neighbor across the hall is someone I know very well. He is a nice guy," she said. In her mind, she wondered what the life of the neighbor downstairs was like. She knew her next door neighbor Hoytt like she knew the back of her hand. He was a very secluded man, but he had shown Jessilyn that he cares for her wellbeing many times over.
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