A demons contract. Something that cannot be broken unless it's been completed upon agreement.
Once something is wished and agreed upon, that demon is there to serve as long as you need, until that wish has been fulfilled, and your payment is due.
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After that night years back, it's always been difficult for me to sleep. I've never felt safe in my bed, or any bed after that. I thought that after a while, I would slowly start to feel comfortable again, in my own bed. But being assaulted as a child on multiple occasions before I was rescued didn't wash off as easily as I hoped.
I roll around in my bed uncomfortably. I hadn't slept a wink that entire night. And just as I was finally starting to drift off after another restless night, the blinds open. Light floods the dark room. I sigh, a little frustrated.
The woman who opened my blinds, turns to me with a smile as I turn over to face her. Blinking away sleep, and the fuzziness of my vision that was making it harder to see her completely, "good morning, my lady" once knowing who it was that pulled open my blinds, I run a hand through my hair. I sat up with another sigh, "Morning Irene." I reply in a sleepy mumble.
Irene Reynolds. She's tall, has dusty purple eyes, short black hair, and is also the demon who saved me that vacation day in America. The day she marked me on my chest, was the day I had sold my soul to a demon in exchange for my safety.
The tall woman strides over to my bedside, helping me up before making my bed, "how did you sleep last night?" She asked. Irene asks me that every morning, and my answer is always the same, not good, "How do you think?" I ask, rubbing my chest where her mark is. Irene hums, "I thought so." She replies as she finishes up the bed. Irene leans over to the bedside table to grab my eye drops, then tilts my head up to drop them in, "then why'd you ask?" I huff tiredly. Safe to say, I was a tad grumpy this morning.
Irene sets down the drops. Then let's me blink in the solution while she walks to my closet as she answers, "might as well, you never know. You may get that full nights rest one day" she back at me with another smile. I nod, unraveling the braid that I had slept in, "yeah, okay." Irene turns back to the closet, and picks out a dress, "here we go."
Irene walks back over to me, places the dress down onto the bed, then undresses me, "Paisley has breakfast made in the dining room. When you're ready just say the word, and I'll have her add your choice of tea with it" I hum as she finishes helping me get the dress on.
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"Just get me some breakfast tea, I'm not feeling very picky this morning." I reply, feeling around my dress, and adjusting my sisters wedding ring around my neck, under the collar of my shirt.
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