Under Contract

🎍Chapter Two🎍: Did a Divine Being Curse My Mondays?!

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After a few seconds, I was about to say goodbye, but Cora gave me a hug out of the blue, burying my head into his chest.

And the second I felt how soft his jacket was, I decided to hell with it, and hugged him back for a few seconds.

But then I suddenly felt a pair of lips on my forehead.

Before I had a chance to process what had happened, black feathers danced around my vision until I felt a weight on my shoulders.

"It was nice meeting you, (Y/n)." He said before turning around to walk away, "Oh yeah! Tell them that Cora-san sent you!"

"Wait- what?!" I stammered, shocked about a couple of things at the moment.

I took a glance at his feather jacket that he had put on me, noticing that it wasn't wet in the slightest.

And warm.

"Wait- Cora-!" I called out.

But he was gone.

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Today was meant to just be a normal, shitty day.

Like, I was just supposed to go back home and possibly take a shower if the pipes somehow magically fixed themselves, and then speed run through the pile of work I needed to get done.

But no.

Here I am.

Standing in the middle of nowhere.

Clutching onto my dead phone and a large, feather jacket.

All the while staring at the longest god forsaken staircase in my life.

The kind but albeit strange man had left me around a corner where I couldn't see this stairway to heaven, but it honestly looked like it led straight to hell seeing as it was A. The middle of the night, B. Overcast and about to rain again, and C. Not lit in the slightest.

So here I stood, still debating on if I should even attempt to go walk up the steps I couldn't even see the end to, or if I should go sleep under that bench I found earlier.

"Did I accidentally piss off some divine being or something?!" I hissed to myself, "Can you stop making my life a living hell? Please?"

I glared up the stairs once again, trying to decide if I should trust this poorly drawn map I had in my hand.

I mean, the top of the mountain was radiating 'if you even try to come up here, you'll see a fate worse than death'.

"Or did I accidentally die already and this is hell? Are the fucking stairs my punishment?! For what, working too hard?!"

I sighed, deciding that lurking around a neighborhood while screaming about hell and whatnot was not a good look. But considering I probably look like a drowned rat from the pouring rain earlier, I can't say much.

Either way, I stepped on the first of many, many stairs.

'Whatever, if I die, I die.' I thought, shrugging away the impending doom vibes I was getting from this mountain,

'Besides, what's the worst that could happen?'

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