31 partes Concluida Contenido adulto"Why are you late?" He questions, sounding exactly as I remember
"You know, traffic." I apologize, making a turn to trudge to him majestically.
"If you say so," he nods, the night preventing my view of his face
"Thank you, Azazel," I mutter, my tone neither high nor low.
"Why did you want to see me?" He polls, his voice resounding through the dark abandoned warehouse.
"Yes Azazel," I smirk and try to hide the slight fear of reject nagging at the back of my head.
"What is it about?" He implores his arm going to rub his prominent chin as he fixes a stare at me.
"I want my soul back," I inform, matching his gaze with mine.
"How do you plan on getting it back?" He quizzes, stepping a few inches my way into the light.
"With a deal Azazel, or more specifically, a pact," I tell using all my energy to stop my feet from moving backward.
"That is very difficult Xander, you sealed your vow with a drop of blood," he argues, the moonlight falling more on his face as he tilts his head upwards.
"And I'm here to make and seal another," I converse awaiting a reply.
"No, you got what you wanted, to be rich, famous, and loved, what else do you desire?" He asks, his supernatural blue eyes having a scary glint to them.
"My soul," I repeat. "Plus I know you love making deals Azazel, no matter how you try to hide it, I see the excitement and mischief you try to conceal."
"Same way I see the little fear of rejection bubbling within you, I detect it in your eyes, I hear it in your heartbeat, and the blood pumping through your veins," he sneers in response, squaring his wide shoulders to come off as intimidating.
"Hence we understand each other well, we know you've got more to win than lose, and I've got more to lose than win," I confess.
"You are right," he lets out in a husky tone, his red lips curving into a hint of a smile.
"So what do you say demon, you in?" I invite, my eyebrow raised
"I am," he gleams. "What's this pact about?"
