The Devil's Bond

1. A Debt to be Paid

There's a flash of red in a dark empty alleyway on a late November night. A tall dark figure appears, dressed impeccably stylish in a three-piece suit with a black wool dress coat that hangs long and fits perfectly tailored over broad shoulders.

A cold wind whips down the ally causing the figure to pull up the collar on his coat, adjusting a deep red silk scarf against the winter chill.

The figure moves now with irritation out of the ally and into the light of the street lamp above. Strong sharp features come into view showing deep scarlet colored eyes and snow that's lightly fallen onto perfect blonde spiked hair.

The male glances up towards the sky watching paper-like snowflakes fall. A deep scowl forms as he once again pulls his collar up against the frigid wind.

" Fucking cold", he mumbles out loud shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat as he moves down the sidewalk now to his destination.

He moves steadily, deep eyes focused straight ahead not paying any attention to anyone or anything he passes. He's here for one reason and one reason alone. To collect on a debt, a deal that was struck with him ten years ago. A deal that drug him up from the depths below to collect himself.

As this incredibly sharp-dressed male moves along, his black shined-to-perfection dress shoes hitting the pavement no one would suspect a thing. He looks normal, he looks far better than normal in fact. A gorgeous featured male that could be on the cover of a magazine with a body to match. So well dressed you can practically smell how much it cost. He holds the look and demeanor of someone who holds a position of power and that would be true. After all, you can't be the devil himself without being powerful.

And Katsuki is in fact, the devil himself.

He smirks as he moves along, a flash of perfect white canines as he thinks to himself. Being dark and merciless is only part of this whole thing, you have to be smart, confident, strong and even at times charismatic and charming to be the the king of hell himself.

Katsuki has been around for hundreds of years, he doesn't recall a time that he hasn't existed or anything in this world that he hasn't seen. He's witnessed war and disaster, disease and destruction, some of it he caused himself or had others cause. All part of the territory you see.

Deals are part of the territory too, deals of promises to give the risk taker anything they could possibly desire in exchange for just a small price.

Their soul.

It has always amazed Katsuki just how easily it is for some people to give up the most valuable thing they possess for things like money, fame, sex, love. Hell he has cut deals for a soul for something as small and vein as a better complexion and thicker hair. It's almost too easy he thinks just how quickly a few empty lines and promises of those things will get him a soul.

And it's not as if these idiots go in blind. Katsuki lays it all out in front of them, telling each person exactly what's in store for them at the end of ten years when he comes to collect, sure he might leave out a few details of how the debt will be collected or what means will be used, but most of the times these clueless extras don't even bother to ask which is a mistake because after all...

The devils in the details.

There have been occasions where certain people, the scum of the scum will offer up something other than their own soul. Those people normally want something over the top, something their payment isn't worth so they must lay down more collateral, something worth way more than their insignificant offer so they will offer up not only theirs but another's soul who has meaning to them.

Katsuki doesn't make those deals anymore. This one was the last one he had ever agreed to ten years ago. He may be the king of all demons, but he developed an issue to someone agreeing to give up an innocent soul who had no say in the matter, even to the devil that seems pretty damn sleazy.