The Contract

XIX - Nocere

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After an hour of searching all the "weird buildings" that Lure said looked "dead-ish and churchly", he finally decided that, yes, perhaps Matt was in a church.

And, what do you know? He was.

Lure followed me in the church, a place I hadn't been in since I was six. I could still remember what it looked like, though. I glanced back at Lure, who was looking around with an eyebrow arched skywards.

He had brought the gloves along, interestingly enough. He had them on so he could randomly grab me and "accidently" touch my butt as we walked.

Pervert had to be an understatement.

"You'd think you'd be scared to come here," I said offhandedly, then added in an emphasis, "demon."

"I don't know," Lure gave a careless shrug, "I don't even know where demons originated from. That history has been lost from us, just like it has been for you humans."

I nodded and glanced at the coffin down the aisle, behind the altar. The red carpet reminded me more of a river of blood than anything holy. The stain glass windows seemed almost haunting, as if ghosts or spirits lived within them. I absently grabbed Lure's hand and pulled him away from the door, which shut with a loud boom that made me squeak.

Okay, so I was as jumpy as a rabbit. Waking the dead was scary stuff. It wasn't every day you could resurrect someone who had tried to kill you. I didn't know what was going to happen, or what the outcome would be. I knew I had tiny bumps lining the flesh of my arms, and I knew I was pale from anxiety.

Lure cracked up. "Scared, my little Kitten?" His voice echoed loudly against the walls.

"No," I hissed through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't catch my lie. I started when I heard approaching footsteps ahead of us. A priest was walking towards us—or, rather, just me, since he couldn't quite see Lure. His black hair was slicked back, matching the color of his robes.

At seeing the priest and his swaying robes, I couldn't help but think: I had just brought a demon in a church.

"May I help you?" the priest asked, stopping in front of me and giving me a curious yet kind smile.

Lure stepped in front of me. The priest's smile fell when I widened my eyes—what was Lure going to do?

Lure lowered his lips to the priest's. Instantly, I saw the change. The priest began to jerk, twitch, and whimper. His wide eyes fell on mine accusingly, and at that moment, my body went cold.

"W-what are you doing to me?" he managed to gasp out, his voice high with fear. I took another step back as I watched Lure slowly fade. The priest stopped uncontrollably twitching and just stood in place, terrified and unable to move.

And then it was over. The priest—or, rather, Lure—shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Well, that was fun," Lure said softly before focusing his attention on me. "Where should I dump him?"

It was odd, talking to Lure through the priest. I shifted uncomfortably. "Won't he remember this?"

"Nah," Lure made the priest shrug. "I'll erase it out of his mind." He looked up at the ceiling in thought, then grinned. "Ah, I got it."

"Got what?" I asked, but before I could say anything else, the priest's eyes suddenly rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth in surprise. "Lure! What the heck?"

Lure became apparent, standing over the priest and feigning an innocent look.

"What did you do?" I piercingly asked.