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Faustian Contract

'...by thee name I summon thee, MAGNUS!' 

There was a bang and the summoning circle caught fire, blue then purple shiny flames engulfing the salt meant to keep the demon inside. Smoke condensed into a raven black figure and dissipated, allowing the dim light to fall onto the demon. Gold vicious eyes blinked feline at the panting human with the spellbook in his hands, kneeling from the effort and drained energy that allowed the demon to be called upon and materialize. 

'Demon...' Chestnut hair meshes stuck to the human's forehead as he rose up to his feet, linking gaze with the demon.

'Demon lord, mind you.' He smiled wickedly as his being was finally anchored fully in this world and settled into a form he thought suiting. Raven hair framed a flawless face, adorned with feline golden eyes that looked like made of the finest crystal. Skin so humanly warm colored complimented by an exquisite suit and casually unbuttoned by two buttons black as coal shirt. A mantle with sour cherry red on the inside and black on the outside was hanging over the shoulders of his suit coat chained finely with gold links around his shoulders. 

'You exquisite highness of the dark.' The young male bowed in front of him in a chivalrous manner, setting the book aside. Magnus narrowed his eyes, long eyelashes framing the movement in a slow flutter. 

'Good boy, you learn fast.'  He waved his hand in a short, elegant movement and made a roll of paper appear alongside with a feather pen and a short black decorated dagger that seemed heavy crystal - much like a black diamond. 

'I take you know how this works. If not...' he paused, taking a good look at the summoner's face. He seemed so young for this; for what could he possibly need a demon this powerful at such a fragile age with all the future ahead -there wasn't much Magnus could've thought of but then again, we're talking about a world of humans, they are the truly most dangerous of the beings in ways demons would not- so yet why? He raised his head and deep blue and bright eyes locked gaze with Magnus'.

'...I could recite the old rule set for you. I have all the time in the world, really.' he continued this sentence at last, coming down from his thoughts. 

'There's no need.' He smiled. 'My soul is yours.' As he took the dagger and slit open a wound in his left palm, holding it like a cup for the crimson ink that his blood was about to become on the faustian contract before him as he signed with the feather. Magnus checked the contract, all was set. Even though he had it in his hands, almost tasting the sweetness of such a soul on his tongue, he still wondered.

'You could've had so much in your life -not to mention you're quite a charmer too-, so why do you require my service, if I'm allowed to ask...Alexander?' 

If I said I just wanted you, would you believe me?