The Contract

I should've seen it coming. I mean seriously, who would go against the King of Hell and not expect some sort of reprecussions? It's not like he asked for it. In fact, who in their right mind would want to go against the King of Hell? I didn't. I mean, why would I? I like Hell. The food is certainly delicious, and being able to watch sinners perish in the sulfer lakes? Heaven can't even compare to this. I'm a bit biased, I suppose, but hey, who cares? 

Okay, I suppose I should've been suspicious when Bradley came up to me with a contract. I guess it's kind of dumb to think he'd be honest. Now that I think about it, fighting the Demon King was exciting, but stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I almost died out there, I swear. Okay, maybe not died. We were an even match, but c'mon, give me a break! I can't fight the King of Hell! He's my king. I suppose the fact that I stopped the match so he'd win pissed off Bradley. He woulda killed me, if he coulda. The King was okay with that, though. I'm a loyal subject. I did lose though, so this was expected. 

I guess I should tell you what's going on. I'm in Limbo or whatever. That awkward space between Heaven and Hell? Yup. Stuck there. For the next five years. I got off easy, though. I mean, it could've been a lot worse. I suppose my loyalty was enough to convince the King that I wasn't someone he wanted to lose. 

There is nothing here. Just endless space stretching out in every direction. I don't know how far I've walked. I do know, however, that silly, stupid humans tend to call upon the strength of demons that've been banished here. If that's the case, I'm curious to try it out. There's a guy out here, probably some low-level angel, who claims that he sets up the contracts. Eh. Not convincing. It would be better to have an actual demon do it. 

My eyes snap to a figure that sways on the edges of the horizon. If I run fast enough, I guess I could see who they are before they tumble to the ground. Oops. The body falls, and so does my interest in the figure. I have nothing better to do, so I would over to the horizon. Grass sways around my knees. The last mile was nothing but dirt and broken rock. This area is grassy, although I don't really understand why it would change. Isn't this place supposed to be boring? 

The body is that of a girl's. She seems small and kind of weak. She isn't a threat. My interest crashes again. She is pretty, though. Pretty enough for me to sit down and see if I can wait out her sleep. "Hey." I nudge her slighty with the tip of my boot. She stirs slightly, so I do it again. "Get up." 

This time she doesn't respond. Is she human? I can't really tell. The only humans I've seen are the dead. "Oi, get up." I nudge her again, and she stirs more before groaning and spilling curses in my direction. "Eh? You sure seem weak. You human?" The girl opens her eyes. 

Humans are surprising. Their eyes are passive and dull in color. Hers are surprisingly bright green. "What're you talking about?" She mumbles, tossing an arm over her eyes. The girl wears what appears to be a long jacket, a shirt, and a ridiculously short skirt, chased by tall socks and docile shoes. 

"Are you human or not?" I don't really have an interest left for her. She seems low on the uptake. I stand and stretch. "It took me twenty minutes to walk out here." 

"Of course I'm human." Surprise shoots through my gut. 

"Eh? But you're in Limbo or whatever. You got unfinished business?" I lean on my sword, the point digging into the dirt by the girl's head. She seems to realize that she isn't with her own species. Her eyes blink open and she squewers me with an unblinking stare. 

"Your eyes are purple." Irritation floods my veins. 

"What's your point?" 

"You aren't human."