Contracts

"Who exactly are you?" The demon smiled a little.

"I don't have a name, per say, more of a label," he faced me. "My master has to give me a name, and seeing as I'm free of a contract, I only have my title. I'm one of the seven deadly sins, the eldest," he bowed dramatically. "The First Deadly Sin of Pride, at your service."

"Pride?" I repeated. My heart stopped. The seven deadly sins were globally known for their ill-temperament and unrivalled power. To make a contract with one would often result in the death of the contracted human. They either died from their newly acquired powers thanks to the contract, or, in more gruesome cases, were killed by their demon's hand.

"Are you scared?" He asked, his voice cocky. I glared up at him. "I can see why, humans can't exactly hold a candle to a demon's power."

"Hardly," I shot. "Now you listen here chump, I didn't drag my lazy ass out of bed just to have you tell me how much I suck. I came here for a god damned contract. And I don't care what the hell you say, you will make a contract with me, whether you like it or not." Pride whistled lowly at me.

"And why should I? I have no reason to," he leered.

"Simple, you can either go back to rotting in purgatory, or you can regain whatever physical form you had and live again. Choose, an eternity bound to Hell, or an eternity bound to me."