forum I've got a hot cool new demon guy (O/O, probably mature)

Started February 22, 2019 by @SaltyLasagna

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"Yeah! I'm a painter and sketch artist. Drawing is the only therapy I can afford."

"Well, I could certainly help you land a stable job for that. I know a few people, and I could put in a good word for you."

"That would be like heaven. Too bad I have to give up my free will to get it though."

"Only for a short amount of time. You'll get it back once the contract expires," he pointed out.

"Still." She glanced him up and down again. "You know, for a demon you look pretty sexy."

Her comment almost caught Samil off guard. "Thanks. Must be my natural, sinful glow." He glanced over the woman, taking in her curves and features. "You're not so bad yourself. What's your name?"

"Ivy. What about you?" She brushed her hair over her shoulder to avoid it falling into her face.

"I have many, but I currently go by the name of Samil," he said, smiling slightly. "Ivy is a beautiful name, by the way."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "And now we start with the cheesy shit that makes me gag. Can we skip the basics and just get into the good stuff?"

Smail scowled. "I shared a genuine thought with you. Guess I won't do it again." He sipped his drink and looked over at the shelf stacked with bottles of liquor.

"I try my best." She bowed dramatically. She was so used to people calling her pretty that she refused to believe it anymore.

"Anyway," he said, letting out a sigh and turning to look at her again. Wow, she's actually kind of hot. "Next question."

"Why did you bother to come into my conversation? Is it just because you're bored and want someone to mess with?"

"Bored? Yes. Wanting to mess with you? Well… sort of. Depends on what you mean by that," he said with a shrug.
(I have an idea)

"By mess around I mean fuck around with or just fuck. It could be one or it could be both." She shrugged. (What is said idea?)

"Well, I wouldn't be a dick and mess with your head or anything. I may be a demon, but I'm not Satan." He smirked at her, then looked down at his drink. "As for actual fucking? Definitely."

"Is that a request or a promise, sexy?" She grinned slightly, sipping her whiskey slowly.

Samil raised his eyebrows at her comment. It wasn't everyday he met a woman like this. He found it exciting. "I'm requesting your permisson," he admitted, leaning toward her. "But I promise that if you give yourself to me, I'll make every second pure bliss."

"Haven't even bought me a drink and you already want me. Damn, I'm better than I thought." She chuckled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Well, you've definitely got me interested," he said, chuckling. "But you're right. Where are my manners? Can I buy you a drink?"

"Another one would be nice. Frozen margarita, make it strong."

"Of course," he said. The bartender, who had heard her request, began to make her drink. "Now, since I also have to sacrifice something with this contract, it's only fair if I ask you a few questions."

"Ask away." She downed the rest of her whiskey.

"What made you so desperate that you would sell your entire existence to a demon?" he said. "You don't know for sure what I'm like. I could be a horrible man, yet you're still willing to make the contract. Why?"
(I just realized I forgot to tell you my idea. It was that maybe once demons have a contract with a human, neither can lie to the other. The closest they can get is refusing to talk.)

(That works! I like that!)
"Because if I let myself get kicked out again, the voices will come back. And I would rather sell my soul to the devil that's causing them than have them torment me into an almost suicidal state 24/7 again."