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

Started February 22, 2019 by @SaltyLasagna

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"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."

"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."