Lianna
My job is simple.
I find my victims. I speak to them in their mind, almost like the voices of the demons whisper in the minds of the insane. I lure them with my sweet promises to Fellhollow Forest. And in the clearing, under the light of the moon, we make the Agreement.
In exchange for their soul and everlasting devotion—and the keeping of the secret—I give them whatever they wish. Be it power, wealth, immortality. The possibilities are endless.
All for a measly little price.
Okay, maybe not little, exactly. Moderate. I mean, it is their soul after all. Oh, I'm babbling, aren't I? I do that quite often.
After they agree to my terms, I pull their soul from their body and bind it to myself; that way I always know what they're doing. Pushing them back into their body, I send them off to do my bidding. Their errands usually consist of killing people. These people have defied me.
If you deny my offer, you die.
If you refuse an order, you die.
If you discover my secret, you die.
And, last but not least...
If you tell my secret...
You know what happens next...
YOU DIE.
YOU ARE READING
Hush
FantasyKeep the secret, keep your soul. Sell the secret, sell your soul. It's a simple arrangement. A small promise to keep. If you can stay true to that promise, I won't trouble you. You may have to run a few...errands for me, but they won't be too diffic...
