The Devil of Greed.
Mamoon.
The worst of all devils, the one who tore open the path of evil into this world. And the one I would make a deal with.
It was late—3 a.m. The air was heavy, and the world was silent as I stepped into the forest. The fog was thick, weaving through the skeletal trees that stretched upward like mournful shadows. Their blackened, leafless branches stood stoic and barren, evoking not fear, but an aching loneliness.
I ventured further, pushing past the dense fog until I stumbled upon an open clearing. Perfect. A perfect place to summon my devil.
Levi’s warning echoed in my mind: Don’t. Don’t make a deal with a devil. They’re selfish, cruel.
I clenched my jaw, covering my ears as if it could block the sound, though I knew it wasn’t coming from outside. It was the voice of doubt gnawing at the edges of my resolve. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and forced the thought away.
This time, I tried to focus, recalling the pattern I had read in the ancient book hidden in Levi’s house. Its brittle pages detailed the forbidden ritual of summoning. The pattern was simple: two concentric circles, a star nestled in the center, with five lines cutting through the star’s points and into the inner circle. The space between the circles was to be filled with smaller stars.
The ground was damp, the rain-soaked soil clinging to my boots. Grabbing a broken branch, I knelt and began tracing the design into the earth, the branch dragging with resistance. Slowly, meticulously, I etched the forbidden symbol until it was complete.
Now, all I needed was blood.
But I couldn’t remember the words. The incantation was foreign, impossible to recall. Still, I had to try.
I pressed a sharp stone into the palm of my hand, gritting my teeth as blood pooled and dripped onto the circle.
Nothing.
I tried again. And again. Each time more frantic, more desperate. The cuts multiplied, and my arms were crisscrossed with lines of crimson. Blood soaked the pattern, yet the forest remained silent.
Exhausted, drained, I collapsed to the ground. Tears welled in my eyes as I screamed into the emptiness.
“Please! I’ll give you everything! Take it all, just come here!”
Thunder cracked overhead, shaking the sky, and the wind roared through the trees. A shiver ran down my spine as black smoke began to rise from the circle.
And then, a figure emerged.
Tall, shrouded in darkness, and clad in black, the man—if he could even be called that—stood before me. His face was an enigma, blurred, as if he refused to be seen.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling. “Make a deal with me.”
A long silence followed. Then, his voice cut through the air like a blade.
“You summoned the wrong devil.”
His voice was cold and sinister, dripping with disdain. It made my bones feel brittle.
“What?” I stammered.
“I don’t make deals with pathetic humans. I have no interest in your mortal desires. Send me back before you regret this.”
“No!” I shouted, desperation giving me courage. “I worked too hard to let you go. I don't care what devil I callled for .You’re here now. You will have to make a deal with me.”
He tilted his head slightly, and the weight of his presence seemed to press down on me.
“You dare?” His voice thundered, the ground trembling beneath me. My body quaked involuntarily, but I pushed forward.
“Take anything,” I begged.
“Anything you want. Just give me strength. A strength enough to kill the faeries"
“Anything?” he repeated, his tone laced with amusement.
I nodded fervently.
“Hmm. Intriguing.” He paused, as if weighing my soul in his hands. “Very well. I will grant you inhuman strength. But in return…”
“Yes?”
“…I will take a soul when you die.”
A soul. That’s all? Relief coursed through me.
“Done,” I agreed without hesitation.
He raised his hand, and darkness swallowed me.
When I opened my eyes again, he was still there, his form fading into black smoke.
“It is done. Your wish is fulfilled. Now I shall return to my realm.”
He paused, turning slightly before vanishing completely.
“By the way,” he added, his voice dripping with cruel amusement, “the soul I take won’t be yours. It will be someone you love.”
And then he was gone.
Someone I love? I have no one I care about, no one close to me. His words felt hollow.
I looked at my hands, clenching them into fists. Strength surged through me, intoxicating and absolute.
Strength was mine now. Whatever the cost.
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