LOGINNoah's POV
The evening sun casted it's warm glow on us as we walked to my apartment. I relayed all that happened in the past few days and sighed before smiling. Yes, I accidentally conjured a demon into my apartment but it's not so bad on most parts. "Hey dude, what's this by the way?" I asked pointing to a sigil like tattoo that I had noticed on my wrist. "It's the mark of our pact." He said as he gazed up to the evening sky. I caught myself staring at his side profile, the noise and buzz around me fading into the background. When I snapped out of it, his gaze was now on me and my name on his lips. "Noah? Where did you fly to?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. "Nowhere, continue" He continued, "As I said, the mark also has other functions if you may." I turned to him with the feeling that he's going to say something I would definitely not like. "Welllllllllllll it kind of like a tether, it binds us together." "How so?" I asked now very much convinced that I'll not like what comes out of his mouth next. "It… agrh okay as long as the pact remains active, you and I can't be separated past a certain distance" He said and flinched, I stood there with a deadpan look as he made a desperate attempt to hide his face with his shoulders. "How many meters?" I sighed "Huh?" He asked and the anger I was trying to suppress threatened to burst out, something about him makes me angry almost immediately. "The tether! How many meters are we allowed to be separated from each other dimwit?" "Oh" He said as he perked up and dropped his hands "Well I'm not too sure, this stuff is pretty rare. Most pacts are mostly bonds, you know the usual I don't hurt you, you don't betray me and complete your work type shit, never tethers. But hey, that just means we are compatible, huh?" He said as he winked at me but noticing my unamused expression he dropped it and faced the street guiltily. I continued to make my way to my apartment, I guess he noticed and started shouting my name "Noah! You're leaving me? Are you that pissed?" "Stop screaming for God's sake and catch up we need to get to my apartment and check the restrictions you've placed on me" "Me?!? I'm a victim just as you are!" "Oh please" "Did- did you just whip me with your locks?" "Hmph, yes I'm hurt" "You cranky demon, Kael!!!!" ************************************* "Okay, so what now?" Kael asked. After we made it to my apartment without me ripping his dreadlocks out, the demon decided to slouch on the couch leading me to yank him by the said locks off it. I surveyed a now cleared section of my apartment before deciding "Okay, let's start from here, on my mark let's go opposite directions at the same time" Kael just gave me a lazy thumbs up and I nodded. "Now!" We gradually put space between one another, we passed the markings I put in place and around 7ft I felt something, stopping me in my tracks" It felt like a thought, a desire, a want to be closer to be near him. "Do you feel that?" Kael asked snapping me out of my thoughts, I looked up to see him also standing in place. The feeling to be closer to him grew, but I resisted. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it "Yes" "I feel like I want, I need to be near you. It's bloody annoying" "I feel it too but we can't give in, let's keep moving" He sighed and nodded. As we moved past 7ft mark the feeling grew intense, I pressed my teeth together and tightened my fists pushing my self further unable check on Kael. As I passed the 10ft mark through sheer willpower, a strong force yanked me back and I landed on top of a painting Kael. His warm breath fanned my next, his body heat warming me up. His body scent fanned me, a strong yet warm scent of charred herbs, intoxicating yet homey. I unconsciously relaxed my weight and leaned in to get more of that scent but his voice broke the atmosphere "When do you plan to get of me? If you don't well I won't complain I know I'm irresistible" He said, his voice smug I stood up my voice laced with embarrassment and anger "As if, you are plan annoying" "Well some part of you begs to differ" He said pointing to my hardened crotch which I had failed to notice in my embarrassment. I felt colour drain from my face in shame as he burst out in to loud unristrianed laughter and I booted out of the room in shame. That fucking demon!!!!!The air in Jamie’s hospital ward was stagnant, a thick soup of antiseptic and the low frequency hum of machines that felt like they were vibrating inside Noah’s teeth.Jamie looked less like a person and more like a collection of shadows held together by translucent skin.Noah stood at the foot of the bed, his face a mask of cold, jagged glass. He didn’t look at Kael, who was leaning against the wall, his breathing ragged and shallow. Noah’s voice, when it came, was a sharp, clinical command that severed the silence.“Heal him”Kael let a low, warning hiss, his eyes flickering with a dull, dying violet light. “You are asking for a tethering of life, Noah. It’s not something I can randomly do. This is not a simple mending of flesh. If I pull too much from the void while I am this depleted, I will fray. My essence will scatter”.“Do it” Noah repeated. He didn’t offer a plea; he offered an ultimatum. He didn’t care about Kael’s ‘fraying’, he only cared about the steady, rhythmic beep of
Duke leaned on the wall outside the morgue, dragging on the cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes half lidded as he exhaled slowly, as if trying to push the weight of the night out with the smoke that curled into the cold air.He replayed his memories from the alley a few nights ago and the hospital when he and Mitch first met Noah Ware trying to find a link between the two events and that of today.Noah ware and his roommate had successfully become people of interest in this case but statement differences won’t necessarily make them the main suspects as there’s no known motive or evidence that points to murder.Wait what is his roommate’s name again?“You do know that you are not allowed to smoke around here right?” Tom spoke up, stepping out of the building.Duke turned to him and smiled apologetically before stubbing out the cigarette with his foot “Sorry, are you starting the autopsy? Let’s go in then.”The morgue was a sanctuary of silence, a stark, clinical vault where the only
“Dispatch we’ve got a confirmed DOA at a bar. Requesting backup”The rain lashed against the window of Duke’s car. The wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. Each rain drop sounded like stones were being thrown at his window, threatening to break through the windows.Duke sat inside the car and stared blankly out the windshield, his grip tightening and weakening around the steering wheel his knuckles turning pale white.The radio crackled again, the static biting through the quiet gloom of the patrol car. Duke started at the dashboard but didn’t answer the dispatcher immediately.He couldn’t.Inside the small, confined space of the cruiser, the ghost f his argument with Mitch was still screaming at him, the guilt he tried to bury growing each passing second. Duke exhaled, the sound shuddering in the cold air. He wanted to scream. He wanted to drive the car into a wall, or better yet, drive until the city lights were just tiny specks in the rearview mirror.But then,
It was a canopy of sounds around Noah, from the sound of the door being broken from its hinges to the angry shouts and reprimands of the staffs of the bar to the screams filled with fear and finally the sirens and noise brought by the law enforcement officers. It was all a blur to Noah, the bustle reduced to background noise as his mind ran in circles.I saw him. But I saw him. It can’t be, he was alive just now.Over and over again, his brain sang it like a mantra. Trying to preserve his sanity yet at the same time doing exactly what it sought to prevent.“Hello? Are you still with me?” A police man snapped his fingers repeatedly in front of Noah’s face and brought him back from the sink hole of his thoughts.The night had become colder and because of the open door, the cold seeped in causing Noah to tremble. The journalist had begun to arrive, the snap of their cameras forming a perfect harmony with that of the examiners on site.One of the detectives on site cursed upon seeing the
“That’s all for today” the lecturer announced signaling the end of the class.Noise erupted inside the lecture hall as students were either preparing to leave the lecture hall or were already skipping out the door. Noah wasn’t ready to leave yet, he wanted to wait for the hall to be empty so that he can try and talk to Kael. The silence bothered him more than he would like to admit, he missed what they had before and wanted it back. But Kael wouldn’t let him, as he was arranging his words Kael had already made his way to the door.Noah had no choice but to follow lest what happened in the previous class occur again. But that didn’t stop him from trying as they walked out.“Can we just-” Noah started, his voice, though echoing off the sterile concrete walls of the hallway, was getting drowned by the hustle and bustle of students around him. The speed Kael walked and constantly bumping into other students didn’t help one bit. Noah had to push through and run up to Kael before he spo
"Good afternoon detective"Duke didn't even grunt in response, nothing felt good about the afternoon not the day.The afternoon sun cast a harsh glare on him, as if it wanted to burn away the part of him that chose Mitch over what was right. To strip him of every excuse he had left to justify Mitch's actions.He clenched and unclenched his hands as he walked up to his cruiser.The steering wheel of the cruiser felt like lead in Duke’s hands. He didn't start the engine. Instead, he sat in the dim, flickering light of the precinct parking lot, watching the heat rise up from the asphalt, the sunlight bouncing off cars into his eyes. He didn't know how long time had passed but all of a sudden it was drizzling. A poor miserable attempt to drive away the heat. It looked like tears on the face of a man who had forgotten how to cry.In the passenger seat sat a manila folder. It was thin, containing only a few grainy stills from a neighbour's Ring camera and a redacted dispatch report from t
Hi this is a quick notice that The Shadow Pact will now be using third person narrative as with new narrative techniques are employed by me using my previous method has been a hastle.Thank you for your continuous support of my work. Enjoy *******************************Noah couldn't move his eye
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Kael's POV Oofh "Ouch! Goddamit!! If I am to sleep on his couch for one more night I will burn down this bloody building!!!" I lifted my self off the floor, veins bulging on the verge of popping decorated the sides of my head. My anger through the roof. Not once did I fall off that narrow, pit
Kael's POVI stared at the door of the room Noah came back to enter after he bolted out of the room in embarrassment, muttering under his breath.Cute, it I'm being honest.The way he flares up like a porcupine when irritated, kinda makes me want to rile him up even more.I chuckled as I remember h







