"Why are you late?" He questions, sounding exactly as I remember
"You know, traffic." I apologize, making a turn to trudge to him majestically.
"If you say so," he nods, the night preventing my view of his face
"Thank you, Azazel," I mutter, my tone neither high nor low.
"Why did you want to see me?" He polls, his voice resounding through the dark abandoned warehouse.
"Yes Azazel," I smirk and try to hide the slight fear of reject nagging at the back of my head.
"What is it about?" He implores his arm going to rub his prominent chin as he fixes a stare at me.
"I want my soul back," I inform, matching his gaze with mine.
"How do you plan on getting it back?" He quizzes, stepping a few inches my way into the light.
"With a deal Azazel, or more specifically, a pact," I tell using all my energy to stop my feet from moving backward.
"That is very difficult Xander, you sealed your vow with a drop of blood," he argues, the moonlight falling more on his face as he tilts his head upwards.
"And I'm here to make and seal another," I converse awaiting a reply.
"No, you got what you wanted, to be rich, famous, and loved, what else do you desire?" He asks, his supernatural blue eyes having a scary glint to them.
"My soul," I repeat. "Plus I know you love making deals Azazel, no matter how you try to hide it, I see the excitement and mischief you try to conceal."
"Same way I see the little fear of rejection bubbling within you, I detect it in your eyes, I hear it in your heartbeat, and the blood pumping through your veins," he sneers in response, squaring his wide shoulders to come off as intimidating.
"Hence we understand each other well, we know you've got more to win than lose, and I've got more to lose than win," I confess.
"You are right," he lets out in a husky tone, his red lips curving into a hint of a smile.
"So what do you say demon, you in?" I invite, my eyebrow raised
"I am," he gleams. "What's this pact about?"
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He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust.
If only my brothers were here...
"Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right.
I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within.
You fucking bastard!
I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway.
If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.
Again if...
His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours."
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⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape.
Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault.
I do not condone rape however, it's a reality.
Please only read if your 18+ and with caution.
This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.