Days past like a blink of an eye, and so did there worries and memories of a crow.
All until a 'contract' mysteriously showed on the footsteps of their door, they have read it for the millionth time.
He thought back to his old work, it was quite special one could say, I mean who would try to put their life on the line daily he stated himself as he took a sip of his nearby coffee.
He sighed knowing he did that line of work, everyone made a contract with either 'demonics' a lower evil god in other terms, and if your lucky an 'angelic' might contact you, the supposed better option, being attacked by an 'corrosive' (In other terms monster) you can't heal without the help of a contract, although he never had a contract to help this.
yeah, he was one of the craziest on his line of work.
The contract was simple and had even stated clearly " Marrri mii to geet poweese likk none ealse" in other words marry me to get powers like no one else, yeah no.
He stared at the contract and questioned what being even found him, he was retired and hadn't had much use. Still they wanted to marry him he thought on why or how most demonics didn't have bod- an angelic?
No it couldn't be Angelica were rare (and crazy) I mean it was a crazy request, but he didn't know any angelic who wrote like an two year old... Wait.
The crow? Maybe but seriously why steal and then ask to marry them, his head throbbed. He was useless the wound on his side stated it clearly, a corrosive attacked like no other it always left damage he was supposed to be one who couldn't get hit but then again his near death wound was still there.
The only reason he wasn't dead was because an huntress with an angelic gave him an healing medican one of the only things that helped corrosives. But he thought of the contract he had no motivation and might be on deaths doorstep soon, he had instant regret after his hand swept across the paper.
An dollup of blood an finger print pressed quickly onto it his head nearly just tapped it and the contract was official, F*****.
Notes- this is made for me to relieve stress from reality so please do make suggestions or give ideas any feedback helps, the more I have free time the more I'll try to update this book.
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Covered in shade -a writers mind decides-
Fanteziea story in which the author tells and comes up with in the shade of their mind hoping to just read their own thoughts as they cry.
