Everyone knows you dont make a deal with the Devil, you'll bargin away more than you had thought. He's a master manipulator and knows hpw to get exactly what he wants without loosing a thing. But centuries of being alone has made him lonely, miserable. So what happens when a young, beautiful girl, barely an adult, decodes to make a deal with the Devil?
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Malachi roamed the halls of the dark and twisted palace. If one had not already known the paths, they would be lost forever. If you know the halls, you will be never be lost. There was an excessive pull this century. Mortals no longer feared the devil and called on him for the smallest or the pettiest things. Most times he ignored the call of mortals. The few times he answered it, it was even rarer that he answered it. Those that wished revenge, he manipulated it so the person they ill-wished was in a world of pain. Everyone they knew and loved suffered from misfortune. It brought him joy when souls came knocking on his doors after taking their lives from the misfortune he had given. He waited until it was the right time to collect the soul of the one who had summoned him He reveled in giving pain and suffering and misery. But lately, he had been experiencing his misery. He was exceptionally lonely. His advisors were not friends, they feared him. Everyone in the Underworld feared him, and if they didn't, they were put to death. He had no friends, no one to appreciate, no one to love. There was no one who would accept his proposal to become his wife and queen. It was a dangerous thing. It was something that no one would willingly accept. He knew what he had to do, he just had to wait for the right person to make a deal with the Devil.
Zoey paced the floor of her garage, anxiously brushing her hair back over her shoulders. Was she making a mistake? Was she doing something incredibly stupid? She didn't even know how to fix anything anymore, and she couldn't shake the feeling she was making a terrible mistake. But something had to be done, and she couldn't think of any other way to do it, or anyone else who would do it. Besides, what did she have to lose? No one would miss her if anything really went wrong, maybe it would even be better if something did. Zoey finally stopped pacing and tossed her head back to take one last look out the garage door at the sky. She turned and closed the door, leaving herself along in the dark garage. It was time to make a deal with the Devil.
"You seem restless sire, is there anything I can do for you sire?" Asked on of the hideous lower creatures of the Underworld. They were the ugliest things that anyone had ever come across and never showed their faces but to those who have wronged them. It causes them to go mad until the point of breaking, resulting in their tortured death. They happened to be Malachi's favorite assassins and most loyal subjects.
"I am fine, Obsidian. I have just grown impatient at the number of summoning. Do these mortals not understand that I have more important things than grant their silly wishes? I give them mercy by not." The Devil responded. He stepped into his throne room, gliding over the tile to his rightful throne. It was Judgement day. He would decide the punishment of the souls entering hell. The ones that belonged to him would remain in his palace to serve him for all eternity. The others, they serve their sentence before their rebirth in the mortal world. It was a tedious day but a very necessary one.
Zoey wasn't sure what to do, now that she was ready. How did one go about dealing with this sort of thing? All she needed was some kind of assistance, not even a lot. Just enough to get rid of someone, take them out of her life. It would be better for the whole world if she did. So she took a deep breath, and a few moments later she'd done it. Her wish was out there, but she wasn't sure how she would know if it had been granted. Would she be asked for anything in return?
Malachi sighed as he felt that pull once more. Another mortal hoping that he would grant their wish. He was in a particularly sour mood and he had some time before it actually started, perhaps messing with a mortal could raise his spirits for once.
"I'll be back shortly." He said to Obsidain before disappearing into black smoke.
When he appeared, it was by a young girl. His interest had peaked. He stepped out of the shadows that had concealed him. His face was hidden by the dark robe he wore. Whatever parts of his face that could be seen were morphed much differently than what he looked like. He never showed mortals his true form.
"You have summonded me here for a wish to be granted. State it, and we will see if I grant it. Though you shpuld be warned nothing comes wothout a price." The Devil drawled. His voice was deep and dark. There was an eerie calm to it, as though all lofe had been drained from him.
Eep. Zoey had a moment of silence where she tried to understand what she'd just done-and that it had worked. She finally got up the courage to speak to the robed figure, gathering her words and placing them together. "I need someone to disappear from my life." Her voice cracked halfway through, and she coughed to try to help it. The garage suddenly seemed darker than before, the shadows more ominous. "He doesn't have to be killed, or anything, just maybe… moved continents? Or hemispheres?" She asked, this time more confidently. She was still hesitant and quiet, but at least the figure didn't seem to be doing anything right then.
Malachi raised an eyebrow. "Removed from your life? What has he done to you to wish such a thing?" To say he was intrigued was an understatement. He had heard ill wishes against others who had wronged him, glory, fame, wealth. But he had never heard someone to just simply wish someone out of their life. She was a pretty little thing. Perfect for the taking. He just needed the right bargain. The Devil floated around her, never staying in just one place.
Zoey shivered at the figure, trying to keep her confidence. "It's not that he's done anything to me, it's that he's my stepdad and doesn't deserve my mom. He never has, and she deserves way better. He needs to just… Disappear from our lives." She watched him carefully, never meeting his eyes or looking at his face for too long, just watching him cautiously.
Malachi was quiet for a minute, thinking. "The sort of magic this requires is quite extensive. It requires a balance. I cannot use such magic without taking somethijg in return." He said darkly. "How willingly are you? Would you do anything to get rid of him no matter the consequense? " It was all a lie. He could do whatever he wanted wothout consequense. He didn't require anything in return but where was the fun in that?
She took a deep breath, leaning back slightly on her heels. "Yes. Anything… so long as it doesn't hurt my mom or family." She bit her lip, wondering again if she was really making the right choice.
Malachi smirked. Sweet, naive, perfect for the taking. "In exchange for sending your stepfather away I will require your servitude until the end of your days. You will live with me, but do not fear, no harm or ill will will bestowed upon you or your mother. We will discuss the rules of your stay once I show you to your knew home." He held out a hand, black shadows circling his wrist. "I will need your head if you agree to my bargain."
Zoey stayed frozen for a moment. Could she even say no? She was terrified, but there was nothing she could do. Still shaking, she held out a hand and took his, her slender fingers cold. All of her was cold, suddenly chilled by the cool air of the garage. "But you'll take care of him, right?"
Malachi tilted his head curiously. He had no idea what would happen to him knce he was sent away. It was out of his hands. "Of course. No harm shall come to him." He grasped her hand in his cold one. He turned her hand so her palm was up. With his other hand, he brought a knife forward, making a small cut on her hand, then an identical one on his own. He clasped their hands, muttering ancient words, binding their bargain. He let her hand go, their cuts already mending. "It is done. I will need something of your stepfather's, something dear to him."
Zoey nodded, pulling her hand close to her and turning to the door. "I'll be right back." She ducked inside, running through the house. Her shaking stopped, and she was able to compose herself enough to remember to grab her hoodie and a few ponytail bands. She came back to the garage, slipping through the door quickly and holding a signed hat in her hand. It was dirty, the signature rubbed out so far you couldn't read it. She held it out to him, glancing from the hat, up to his face.
Malachi waited patiently for the girl to return. She knew she wouldn't run, he would find her if she did. He watched as she walked back to him, the hat in hand. He took it from her. His eyes closed, muttering under his breath. Time escaped him as ge worked the spell. Finally, his eyes opened. The hat had disappeared from his hands. "It is done. He is far away from here. The memory of him has slipped the minds of everyone who once knew him. You are the only one who will remember him. Your mother, your friends, and anyone who knows you, believe that you have now decided to travel abroad. Take my hand and we will leave this place."
She watched him as he seemed to focus on the hat. She blinked, and it was gone. She glanced around for it, but it was gone. When she looked back, his eyes were open.
Zoey hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't see any escape. She reached out and took his hand, watching him nervously.
The Devil gripped her hand firmly. One minute they were in her garage, the next they were in his throne room. Malachi appeared as he had before he had left to answer her wish. His clothes were all black. Eveything from his neck to his toes were covered save for his hands. A cape was draped over his back, a crown a top his raven black hair. His skin was pale, his eyes black.
"Obsidain, I would like you to show Zoey to our finest suite. Fetch Celeste to take her mesurements for her new clothes. Se to it that she is bathed and fed. I will be there once the day is done." He ordered his servant. He handed the girl to him with a care he didn't know he possessed. "Do not leave your rooms. You will find that it is very easy to get lost in the halls. I will be with you when i have finished."
Zoey stayed frozen and quiet throughout the exchange, watching them both with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She followed Obsidian closely, avoiding the dark halls and strange passageways, all the while looking around and not processing what she'd gotten herself into. She felt out of place and small and lost, like she'd been when she was a little kid. Everything was unfamiliar, and it all seemed to be happening too quickly.