Chains of blood crept across our arms, seemingly binding our souls together in the pact. I sat down next to him, "Now tell me, how do you perform magic?"
His mouth moved on it's own, "You can't, human."
"No, remember what we said, I'm a god." I said
He rolled his eyes at me, "Demons typically gain their magical powers by consuming something at has claimed human souls and then bolstering that power by consuming human souls or making contracts." He responded.
"Magic works by using something with the power of souls as a foundation and incorporating it into your body and then using souls to improve that power then?" I asked my little answer machine
"I guess you can say it like that." He said with a bored expression, his blue eyes drooping and sighing inside.
He looked up at me with newfound seriousness, his dull sullen white fangs peeking through his conniving grin, "Let's talk about what I want and how can help me achieve it."
"Okay" I responded my face exhibiting a small smile.
He looked slightly taken aback in his ragged brown clothes as if he expected some sort of reaction for his obviously provocative statement.
Little did he know, I don't care what tramps say about me, especially from a mythological creature with unlimited lifespan who still can't make a living.
Or at least I think he did, the alleyway is very dark.
"Help me become the ruler of the town first off." He commanded shakily
"Do you want to fix your health first?" I asked gesturing an open hand towards his sitting form.
"I've always been like this. Caelus doesn't bend to malady, I'm fine." He assured
Ok, I'll just take your word for it.
"Do you have a plan to 'take over' this settlement then?" I asked with a curious expression plastered on my face.
"Of course I have a plan, stupid human. Power is determined by power, that get through your brain?" He asked me provocatively, again.
Oh yes, cavewoman Jeane knows, cavewoman Jeane understands, oonga boonga.
"So we just have to make you the strongest demon in this town?" I attempt to confirm with an arrogant smile on my lips.
"That is the main prerequisite, I've already told you that demons evolve their powers utilizing human souls didn't I?"
"So you need more humans?" I ask calmly
He then nods, his pale skin and striking blue hair serving as a gradient against the dark alleyway and the illuminating crimson red above.
My lips come upward as I smile, "I think I know where some wild ones might be." I said
His eyes came to a realization, "He didn't die, did he. He never existed in the first place. How long as it been since the crack was opened?" He asked my demandingly with a malicious glint in his pale blue serpent-like eyes.
I shrugged while sighing, "I don't know, probably about a day or two. It's not far from here. After all I did walk to this town." I emphasized
"It's worth it to check it out when the sun rises, just to see if any still remain alive." He said hopefully while raising his claw-like demon hands in a feeling I suspected to be elation...with murder. If I ever get back home will siding with this guy be a war crime or something?
I looked at my reflection in the stray liquid puddle that I suspected to be bloodied water, on second thought, probably not.
Then I guess this is all fine. Just remember the Fahrenheit family motto: Rules are only rules if you get punished for breaking them. Charisma is the only thing more powerful than money. And most importantly, leaving is always the best plan B.
Thinking those thoughts my face went up into a full smile, blood slightly seeping from the indents.
It was almost like I was being punished for being happy, but I guess due to the fact I'm plotting to sell my fellow classmates souls' to a demon it might not exactly be unwarranted.
This idea caused me to silently smirk in the dark alley invoking more sharp pain. So I forced my smile calmer and smaller so that I could go to sleep once more.
I was awoken, the smell of pollen replaced with the smell of rotting corpses and the dew between the folds of my hands replaced with a bloodied burning sensation.
Oh, yea. I'm in hell.
Better make the most of it.
I headed with my new small demon friend as he accompanied me to the gates of the town, which was apparently called Angolwostik.
The town was not the best for scenery, but then again nothing here was.
Actually, I retract that statement. Although it is true that the demon world doesn't possess the most tranquil sights, doesn't absolve you of your sin of building your buildings out of rusting iron.
If I was the head designer of Angolwat or whatever, I'd do a better job, and trust me, the only thing I know about home design is that have to match the red and blue gems together.
I took one last look around the flat-grounded town of spare junkyard items that demons call a functioning society and sighed, Only if I went to hell sooner this catastrophe could have been avoided. Only if I was the lead architect, this hell would be ever so slightly more heavenly. I'm going to find this architect and kill him. I don't care if he's a demon. I'll find a way to kill him anyway and if he's dead the least I can do is desecrate his grave. If he doesn't have a grave the bare minimum I can do is make a grave for him, glaze him as some hero and then desecrate the grave.
As me and my demon friend start to approach the gate no different than the rest of the town I start cackling very inconspicuously "Heh. Heh. Heh."
The blue haired demon turned to me, his serpentine eyes looking dead into my blood red human-tine ones.
"The fuck are you doing."
"Eh, sorry about that. Just thinking of some weak, lesser being in front of the almighty demon, born and bred useless, lacking beyond reprieve, human shit." I said while trying to look downcast and accidently appearing like a clown.
The blue haired demon stopped moving and crossed his arms pulling the right side of his upper lip up, trying to understand the absurdity of what he just heard.
I stopped trying to start my acting career, afraid that my first recital had already been rejected by a street rat cosplaying as a demon.
I should give him some catchphrases, probably starting with "Muha" and ending in "Haha".
Gotta commit fully to your role after all, now that I'm thinking about it, I wonder what mine is?
My blue-haired demon started to walk to the gate, this would be the perfect time for the sun to blind my eyes. Speaking of which, that is something I'm thankful isn't in the demon realm. I looked up at the blood-red skies full of pitch-black clouds, it does make me wonder where that crimson light is coming from though.
"Name." A voice resounded, knocking me out of my stupor of thought.
It was a voice I recognized, that guard from earlier. I wonder how much he gets paid, I wonder if he gets paid. Maybe he's an indentured servant, or maybe even a born demon-slave. If he gets paid what would be the currency. Is it human souls? I bet he makes 350 ml of soul fluid per quarter hour or even better, half a human toenail.
"Lord of Mild Starvation, Caelus." My demon responded with a small twitch of his eyelid.
You. Can't. Be. Serious. That's your title. I Can't. Breathe.
I placed my small scarred hands against my throat, trying to supress the laugh.
"Tsk. Chc. Chc. Chc. Chc!" My voice became heavily stifled.
"Are you okay?" The demon said putting his classified weapon of a slim hand out.
"Yes, Chc. I'm fine, all right here." I said in a higher pitch then what should've been possible.
The shirtless guard, whom I thought was so broke he couldn't afford one looked at me with a taken aback expression, his neck muscles slightly pulling his head ever so slightly behind his collarbone, with his pupils dilating a small amount.
"You are your uh- servant are clear for exit, have a nice day Caelus." The guard said, his voice quivering ever so slightly.
My demon looked at me in puzzlement and disbelief, like he thought I was a functioning member of society or something.
I meanwhile was still recovering from the shock of it all.
Looking at me, my demon shook his head and gestured for me to follow him out of the town.
I calmed myself down and regained a straight face, my heart rate still reminiscent of intense exercise.