Contracts

A Man With An Evil Spirit

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I stared back up at the demon in disbelief. Orin was unresponsive to my sudden surprise. His crimson eyes were directed downwards, his gaze not meeting mine. I felt hot tears prick at my eyes. No one deserved to go through what he went through, and it broke me just thinking about the pain he must've endured. I tilted my head towards him, trying to get his attention.

"What happened then?" I asked, my voice quiet and demure. Orin still refused to look at me, continuing his heated staring contest with the ground.

"I met my new family," Orin explained. He let out a sigh, leaning against the trunk of the tree, angling his head towards the sky. "I met Greed, Lust, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Envy and Despair."

"Despair?" I asked again. Orin laughed lightly to himself, smirking a little and turning to look at me.

"Sorry, I meant Tenebrae," he said. "Tenebrae serves many different purposes in Hell. She's the Grim Reaper, the Keeper of Hell's Gates and the Horseman of Despair." I swallowed a lump in my throat. If Orin, Pride, had had such a horrible past, I couldn't even fathom what Tenebrae must have experienced.

"Do you, hate Tenebrae?" I inquired.

"Nosey little human, aren't you Angel?" Orin chuckled, I looked down sheepishly. "And no, I don't. I'll admit, we aren't exactly on good terms at the moment, but I don't hate her. She's been through hell, after all. I confess that I've never really taken time to get to know her. But I've always been good at reading people, and from the fond way that Lust and Sloth talk about her, I'd say she's a diamond in the rough. She was one of the first people I met when I was dragged into Hell. She was a bit rough around the edges when I first met her, but I've seen the way she acts around others. She's malicious alright, albeit violent and rather scary, but from what I've heard from others, she's responsible and caring, motherly almost." I nodded and hummed in response. Orin looked down at me.

"Say, I've answered all of your questions, how about you answer some of mine?" he said, his signature smirk playing on his lips.

"Fine by me," I said, crossing my legs. "Shoot."

"Earlier yesterday, you said you were writing to your parents, what kind of a family do you have?" he asked, I smiled.

"Well, I have a smaller family compared to most people," I began. "I have a mother, a father and a little brother. My mom and dad are definitely interesting folks. My dad, Joshua Vertonin, is the more quiet one of the family. He's the parent that I take after. He's got brown hair like me and green eyes like my brother. He's a really hard worker, but isn't too skilled in combat. Melissa, my mom, on the other hand, can beat someone in a fight armed with nothing but a soup spoon and a pencil lead!"

"Is that so?" Orin laughed.

"I mean, I should know, I'm the one she beat!" I stated. Orin doubled over, clutching at his stomach as he laughed. "Oh shut up!" I cried through giggles. The demon sat upright, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"I am looking forward to meeting this lady!" Orin chuckled. "Who else in in your family?"

"Well, there's Clyde," I said, nudging the man to keep him from laughing. "He's my little brother."

"Oh really?" Orin asked. "What's he like?"

"Oh, he takes after my mom," I explained. "Very rambunctious."

"So the exact opposite of you, huh?"

"Pretty much."

"Huh, what's that other guy like?" Orin asked. "Black hair, purple eyes, looks like a goof?"