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

Started February 22, 2019 by @SaltyLasagna

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"Sounds rough. But why do they only come back when you get kicked out?" He asked, not seeming to care that he might be asking some invasive questions.

"Because they started when my parents first kicked me out. The constant stress and worry of if I'm going to have a roof over my head that night drove me a little bit insane. As long as I have somewhere to go home to, they stay away. When I'm just a stray living on the streets, they take advantage of me and my weakened mind."

"Interesting," he said, humming. "I guess selling your soul would make sense in this situation." He finished his drink, not intending to order any more. "Well, I can certainly help you get on your feet, but I'm not going to just talk all night."

"I figured that much. Alright sexy, you've got yourself a deal. When do we start?"

Samil smirked and set down his glass, standing up. "Right now. Follow me."

She stood and grabbed her jacket, slipping it on before following after him.

He led her behind the bar, back to a small door that had the words "employees only" on it. That sign was just to hide what was really behind it: a room that demons and humans used to write contracts for humans. He opened the door and held it open for Ivy, gesturing for her to walk inside.

"Such a gentleman." She teased with a smile before heading inside the small room.

He chuckled and followed close behind her, closing and locking the door behind them so there were no interruptions. Contracts required soul binding, and for that to happen, they had to be the only ones in the room.
(Any ideas for what they do to write the contract and stuff?)

(I kind of want it to be like Black Butler where he has his own like symbol and they sign a contract with their blood and he marks her and that binds her soul to his.)
"Right, time to sign my soul to the devil." She smiled a little.

(would he mark her with his symbol?)
"Not the devil, just a regular demon," he said, offering a smile and crossing over to the couch in the center of the room. Across from it was a table, stacked with old-looking parchment paper, quills, and a small but empty ink container. "You do understand what you're getting into, right?" He asked, just to make sure she was ready to do this. Samil may be a dick sometimes, but demon contracts were serious, and he wasn't the kind of demon that would manipulate a desperate human for his own personal gain.

(Yes)
"In fact I do. And if I don't, I'm going to end up dead."

"And that doesn't bother you?" He asked, slightly confused. He beckoned for her to sit down next to him and picked up the quill.

She slid into the seat next to him and shook her head. "No, I'm fine with it."

"Alright. Just making sure," he said. "Give me your arm."

She pulled up her sleeve, placing her pale arm on the table.

"This might sting a bit," he warned, pressing the sharp tip of the quill to her inner wrist. He dug into the skin and dragged down a bit, drawing blood. He covered the tip of the quill in blood before handing it to her. "Now, this is the most difficult and important part. You have to write what you get out of the contract with your blood, I sign what I want with mine. Then, we both read it and sign. It's disgustingly old fashioned, I know, but this is how we bind our souls to the contract before binding to each other."

"Boring but fine." She took the quill, writing what she wanted in her elegant cursive before handing the quill back to him.

Samil wiped off the pen before slicing open the skin on his own arm, not flinching or even blinking at the pain. He quickly scrawled out his conditions on the piece of paper before signing and handing the pen back. "Now read it over and sign it," he said. "Oh, and before you do that, I want you to know that this is going to leave a permanent scar somewhere on your body. You'll have one of these." He pulled up his sleeve and revealed a scar on his wrist that looked like an elegant design of a pentagram, surrounded by small, unrecognizable symbols.

"Yeah, I know. Taylor has one herself on the back of her neck." She shrugged it off, reading over the contract a couple of times and signing her name.

"Yeah, she's got a few," he said, chuckling. "Anyway, that should be it. The mark will appear on you somewhere, most likely on your wrist, but sometimes it pops up in other places."

"I know that part. One of my friends, Joey, actually has it on his tongue. Sometimes I forget it's there and then he'll start talking and I'll be like dude there's something wrong with your tongue then it's like oh wait, nevermind." She chuckled.