sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. xi

make it feel like a game.
look at us, we go on and on again.
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chapter xi:
my lady,
a woman of discreet.

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we'll go on to the end.
what we wanna do, on and on again.

sitting near levi's bathtub — his so called bed, you can't stop feeling nervous, overwhelmed, and scared. you haven't said anything ever since beelzebub brought him in, levi has been laying there motionless, the only movement is the heaving of his chest.

you only took one glance at his face, when beelzebub carried him. his face is pale, too pale for an already pale demon. he seems to faint out of exhaustion, at least that was what satan suggested. it all befallen so suddenly, too sudden, too surprising.

what happened ?

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"i want to sign the contract".

you feel his hand on your shoulder as a pen appear.

"you will not regret this decision..".

you stare at the pen momentarily, reflecting on yourself and what will the consequences be like. you hesitate for a moment but nevertheless, you hold the pen, noticing the fancy, complex, and intricate detailing engraved on it.

"sign.. here" solomon muttered softly as the contract appear in his hand. you don't know how but you're getting feeling that the paper is eager to get your signature.

"good.." solomon uttered, the last word inaudible to you.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH".

you let out a loud yelp and drop the object as you rise with urgency and nervousness. hearing that blood curling scream, it could only be asmo but what could be making him scream so bloody ? your heart drop, knowing fully well that scream could only mean something bad.

your breathe hitch as you run outside the room, feeling a shiver running down your spine.

solomon stands in the room as he levitates the pen and with a quick motion of his hand, it disappears as the contract follows. solomon lets out a huge sighs as he walks towards one of the big windows, taking a look outside.

seeing the chaotic mess below, he shakes his head and smirks cunningly. "tsk, how bothersome you are lucifer..".

your heart seem to pound out of your chest as you hurry down the stairs, your boots slams against the wooden stairs with haste. but comes with haste, is a nasty fall as you ultimately trip yourself on the last staircase, your ankle being the sacrifice.

mammon, interrupted by the loud thump, immediately rushes over you. "oh baby, baby, oh hell !" mammon yelped, holding onto you like a scared child. your painful expression only fuels his fear as he whines, his eyes glancing at your fucked up ankle as he shrieks loudly.

"your ankle, oh hell- you- ah, come come, let me", mammon stops his stuttering and hoist you up with ease. he holds you carefully, not wanting to cause more pain to your ankle as you place your hands on his shoulders, your eyes fixated on the main entrance.