By what right do the talented answer the call to greatness?
Talent is latent; skill is practiced. Thus, we are born into our strength, and we need but find it. Many, however, find their strength in the many contracts offered by Astral and Hellish beings seeking to Sponsor a human. Just as humans need talent to ascend in society, so, too, do demons need the souls of the talented to become legitimized in Hell.
Alicia of Redwater, fearing the fall from grace into poverty, takes extreme measures to maintain her way of life, even dreaming of greater heights. To do it, she needs a soul -- a powerful soul, one she must mold and refine, herself.
You are a fencer residing in a small town, dueling with other local swordsmen in a labor to earn a sponsor which will take you beyond the reaches of your dull birthplace. Expecting money, fame, and glory, you train and train and train, waiting for the day you can catch the world's attention and go national. Little did you know, however, your sponsorship came in the form of a temptress with a thousand secrets and dubious benevolence.
Price was content with the life he led, putting his work before himself for years had made him the great man that he was today.
But you just had to make him question everything with your soft voice and pretty hair, didn't you?
Or, Price has a crush and takes his sweet time trying to figure it all out whilst you suffer.
A/N:
Hi, hello, it's your girl.
Yeah, so, all this chit chat over in America is scaring me when they're thinking about shutting down ao3 when that's literally one of my main platforms so I have regressed to my origins. As of when I'm moving this nothing has happened so I'm hoping this is just a preventative measure but yk 😩, I'm also going to put my other stuff on here so hopefully my years of work won't vanish into the wind.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this slow burn, I hope it makes you want throw yourself into a glass door out of frustration, go get your mans 💕