The Little Demon

Chapter 6

"No Malice!" Kill cried, bounding into the room with Anti, but only to be grabbed and silenced by Blank and Xyler.

"Do we have a deal?" Darkiplier asked as though nothing had happened.

Malice averted her gaze from him. "If I become human, I'll never be with my friends again..."

"That's right." He agreed, letting go of her face with another smirk. "But you'll be with your man. Life's full of tough choices, hmm?"

Malice looked up at him, but said nothing.

"There is one more thing though." Darkiplier said casually. "We haven't discussed the subject of payment. You can't get something for nothing."

"But I don't have any-"

"Shhh..." He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "I'm not asking for much. What I want from you is... your voice."

"My voice?" Malice repeated, placing a hand against her throat.

"That's right, My Lovely." Darkiplier grinned. "No more talking, laughing, zip."

"But without my voice, how will I-"

"You have your looks," He waved a hand dismissively before patting her on the cheek lightly. "And your pretty face. Now come on, I haven't got all day. It won't cost much, just your voice..."

He snapped his fingers once and a luminous white scroll unrolled in one hand while a pen appeared in the other before stepping closer to her.

"If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you'll have to pay the toll." He held the pen out to her. "Now sign the scroll."

Ignoring the faint muffling from Kill and Anti, Malice took the pen and signed her name on the bottom. The parchment disappeared once she did.

"Excellent." Darkiplier grinned, turning back to his pensieve where he twirled his fingers around in a silvery liquid.

"Your hand, please." He said, extending his own.

Before she could change her mind, Malice placed her hand in his. As she did, a burning sensation burned in her throat, making her gag slightly as a light pink glow escaped her lips.

Darkiplier released her hand. After conjuring a small glass vial, he encased the glowing orb inside before stuffing it into his suit pocket.

"Now I must warn you," He said, taking his finger from the pensieve that were coated with silver extract. "Once you obtain this soul, you may feel irregular with human emotions as well as the basics you would normally be familiar with like love, happiness, and anger. You might cry with sadness or with joy, cower in fear, burn with lust...Oh, and you'll lose all of your demon abilities. Understand?"

She nodded once.

"Good, now brace yourself." He warned, his grin widening as he extended his arm forwards. "This might feel unpleasant..."

As he made a light tap on her chest, right above her heart, an icy chill made her shiver before a rippling pain shuddered through her.

Malice let her mouth fall open, wanting to scream but no sound came out. The pain disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving her gasping for breath.

She looked up at him, suddenly seeing the flagrant demon in a new light. She felt dread, remorse, enmity...

Out of nowhere, a burning sensation started to spread in her lungs. She began gasping for breath, the air feeling like smog.