𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐘. ㅡ Marauders Era

1 | "I'm glad you asked, darling."

KAMILLE WATCHED NERVOUSLY AS THE DEVIL absentmindedly stroked the back of her hand. It sent a weird tingle up and down her spine, but she didn't dare rip her hand away because what if it was Hell's custom to caress the hands of their victims, or something? It would be rude if she did, and Kamille was anything but.

"Well Sir, I don't really feel comfortable calling you just anything," she frowned. "What if one day I just decided to call you My Good Bitch? I don't think you would like that very much."

Lucifer raised his brows. The girl -- Kamille Grant -- made some interesting expressions when she wasn't smiling and said some rather interesting things too. "Would my first name be My or Bitch? Because that's an important distinction to make."

Kamille seemed rather certain as she declared, "Bitch."

"Then I would be tempted to eat your soul without a contract, my sweet," he said, flashing Kamille a wolfish grin. Expecting her to cower away in fear, it was suffice to say he was rather surprised when her eyes brightened and her face glowed in excitement. He let go of her hand, and felt coldness surround his fingers once again as he waved them nonchalantly in the air. "You may call me l͔͇͉̝͛̈́̇̄̏̌̎̏̕͜ͅứ̶͓͍̳̟̦͗̈͊̾̎̓̊̕͜c̷̡̣̥͖̹͔̼̼̝̔̇̄͂͊͢ȉ̵̡̢̡̢̛̤͓̬̗̞̆̽͆́f̵̲̰͚̹̝͆̈́̆̀̀͒͐̕ͅȇ̴͓̘͈͕̺͎́̊̅͛̍̕͟͠r̶̛͚̹̪̦̝̯̟̭̜̺̾͑͑̑̊̊͐̚."

"Lucifer, did you say? That's wonderful!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together under her chin. She pinned him with a curious stare. "How does all that soul-eating work?"

Lucifer waved his hand, and several things happened at once: her bed slowly started catching fire again, and as Kamille watched in panic, another cookie flew into Lucifer's hand. Kamille's magical core buzzed in anticipation and defence, as if telling its owner that they weren't responsible for the flames this time -- after all, she hadn't even been thinking much as she appreciated the handsome being in front of her (unless horny shrieking counted as a thought?) -- but then she noticed that it seemed to be reforming her bed and restoring the charred walls to their original bright yellow. Kamille watched in wonder as the fire died down in a snap and her grey bed sheets were returned to their pristine condition, the white canopy fluttering gently in the breeze. 

Just as she turned on her heel to thank the man -- I mean, Devil -- she was suddenly pushed from her side by an invisible force into her desk chair and dragged in front of her bed. Lucifer paced across the room and around the girl, before sitting down on the grey sheets with poised elegance, a scroll in his hands.

"I'm glad you asked, darling."

Kamille smiled brightly.

Lucifer looked away, and waved a hand to make the document hover in the air between them.

"This is our contract."

Kamille eyed the thick, girthy roll of parchment as it unfurled before her eyes, extending past her chair and unrolling all the way to the door behind her. "That is a very long contract, Lucifer."

"It's mostly fine-print," he said casually, waving off the comment. Kamille narrowed her eyes. "This contract details our agreement: what you have summoned me for, what I will ask of you, and the compromises we make in between. It also has a mind of its own," he added, watching as Kamille started to pet the part of the scroll that had wrapped around her arm, "so you may ignore his simpering and instead focus on me."

"Mr. Contract is a boy?" she asked surprised. The parchment rustled around her leg contentedly.

Lucifer's lip curled upwards in distaste. "One of my minions, yes."

"Cool."

After a few seconds had passed where Kamille definitely wasn't paying attention to him, Lucifer coughed. "What did you summon me for, girl?"

A most curious expression appeared on the girl's face. Her lips had been pressed together and were tugged downwards in a frown, but it wasn't a confused one like the one she'd given him before -- Lucifer could only describe the facial contortion as the emotion he had seen and enjoyed on plenty of his sinners: distress. For some reason it didn't sit well with him that it had settled on Kamille's face -- perhaps because he hadn't been the one to put it there in the first place.

"Well..." Kamille licked her lips nervously and dropped her hands to her knees. She wasn't sure how to say such a thing. "I want to save people."

Lucifer arched a brow. "You'll have to expand on that a little, sweetheart."

Kamille exhaled noisily. She looked him square in the eyes, hazel meeting deep red. "I'm a Seer. I've seen two people die that I don't want dying, and I want to save them."

A terrifying grin met Kamille next; it was all teeth and lip and dark and threatening. It promised Hell in the way the attractive lull of danger was bound to. "Two, you say? Tell me, darling, have you heard of 'a life for a life'?"

There was that infernal smile again.

"It's not just my soul I'm promising," she said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her leg over the other. She cocked her head. "I'm offering you the Dark Lord."

[Written: 30/06/20]
[Published: 23/08/20]