Rewrite The Star

CHAPTER 30: CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

CHAPTER 30 : CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

Creed grinned as Atlas writhed in pain, clutching his stomach, desperately trying to fight it. "You filthy demon!" Atlas snarled, his eyes burning with the desire to kill.

"Call it what you want, but know one thing," Creed replied, stepping closer. He grabbed Atlas by the shirt, pulling him face to face. "I’m your master, and I decide when you die." His smile was cold and unfeeling.

Atlas’s expression shifted to defeat, unable to argue against the demon’s hold on him. With a snap of Creed’s fingers, the searing pain vanished. Atlas gasped in relief, glaring at the demon.

"Are you sure you’re not the one who summoned me?" Creed asked, eyeing him curiously.

"I hate demons," Atlas responded confidently, his voice steady.

"Alright." Creed grinned. "Just as I thought. Because if you had, your face would already be burned."

Atlas’s confusion deepened. "Burned? Why should I burn my face?"

Creed chuckled. "To summon a demon, you have to sacrifice something of great value. It could be money, a life, or an animal, but wizards... they pay a higher price. They sacrifice their very soul and body. And depending on the type of demon, the summoner pays in a different way. But you’re lucky I’m the one who showed up. I’m a lot nicer than most of them."

Atlas stared in disbelief. “So that means… my body is now linked to yours.”

“Yes,” Creed replied with a dark smirk.

Atlas’s eyes darkened with rage. “I’d rather die than be linked to a demon like you!” he shouted, grabbing a pen from his desk. In a moment of desperation, he aimed to stab his own heart, but Creed was faster. The pen vanished from his grasp.

“Huh? Where’s my pen?” Atlas growled, furious at being stopped.

“Enough with the dramatics,” Creed snapped, his eyes flashing with irritation. "This constant dying thing is getting old. It's annoying."

"Fuck you!" Atlas shouted.

Creed sighed, his patience clearly thinning. "This is harder than I expected. Very well, then. Gildarts, isn’t it? Your father?"

Atlas froze, his blood running cold at the mention of his father’s name. "If you don’t obey me, I’ll drag your father’s soul to hell right now," Creed threatened, his voice dangerously calm.

Atlas was stunned, his love for his father pulling him into an unbearable inner conflict. His fists clenched as he struggled to control his rage. He looked Creed in the eyes, his voice low and deadly. “Do what you want to me. But if you touch my father, I’ll kill you, even if it costs me my life.”

Creed smiled, a twisted satisfaction playing across his face. "Call it what you want. Your life belongs to me anyway."

Without another word, Creed extended his hand. Atlas hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding with fury and helplessness. Then, reluctantly, he shook Creed’s hand. It was a binding agreement, a deal with the demon.

And just like that, Creed vanished into thin air, leaving Atlas alone in the room, his mind racing with the weight of what had just transpired.