Spicy Sugar

A Devils Bargain

Andrei's POV:

"Finally. What took you so long?" I asked as Alex entered my apartment with a nervous look around. 

"Hey, Sorry man. But I'm constantly tired lately. This freaking demon sure doesn't like to sleep." he apologized and was casting a glance towards the bed that was covered with a sheet.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You know the drill." I waved him off, pointing towards the table where the familiar bottle was standing.

"You expect me to just take a sip again?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You rather have me punch you unconscious? I can do that, no troubles at all. Just turn around and-"

"No! God no. Fine." he walked towards the table and poured himself a shot. "You are sure that's going to work?"

"Yeah, I planned it all out, no worries. When we are through with this, your demon is no longer inside you. And you have your old life of staying afloat with odd jobs back." I again explained, hoping to get this shit over with soon.

With a sigh, he sat down, taking the shot. A few moments later his body fell slack and the sadly familiar heat rose up in the room again. A small flame and the Succubus stood up, stretching her arms.

"Oh, It's you again? No fancy suit today?" she said with a smirk and walked up, leaning her face close to mine.

"Not want you to burn that again. Afraid my old suit will have to do." I remarked, putting some distance in between us again. "But I'm not calling you for chit-chat. You're here so you can piss off."

"Yeah ... No. Not gonna happen. I like this world far more than hell. It's way more fun." her fingers began tracing up my arm, and she giggled.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. What I'm talking about is offering you more time here."

She took a step back, eyeing me curiously, so I began explaining, "I can set you free of Alex. Making you able to walk around and fuck around as much as you like without having to share control over a body. I can give you your own."

"You can? How?" she asked further, obviously very intrigued.

Walking away from her and over to the bed, I pulled the sheets aside, revealing the blonde woman that was strapped to it. She was currently unconscious and didn't react to anything. When I chose the person to get I made sure to choose a prostitute with big boobs, a thin waist and obviously bleached hair. From what I've learned, she was screwing over most of her clients and extorted their money as she pleased. So basically an egoistical bimbo. Funny how close she was to that demon already.

"She's hot. Who is she?" The demon asked and eyed the girl closely.

"Do you really care? She's just going to be a sacrifice for your freedom." I told her with an eye roll and went to the bedside table to get the book with my translation.

As she walked up behind me to look over my shoulder to peek into the book, I addressed her in a quite bored voice, "If you tell me you can read this stuff, I might have to kill you anyway. Translating it was hard."

A loud laugh came from her part, "Read that? I can hardly read English."

That made me stop my search for a moment. She understands shit all, huh? Now that's just perfect. Maybe I will need to adjust the banning circle a bit. I skipped a few pages again and then began drawing the symbols carefully onto the woman's belly. Every time I drew a line, I double-checked my translations. If I did this right, I might be able to make sure she's way less dangerous to humankind, at least.