Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Demon's Deal - Night of Walpurgis: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Paimon-----That bitch.After wasting my money, she had the gall to slap me and run. I screamed at her, and what did she say?That she hates me more than anyone.Cute. Because I hate her more than life itself.And no—I didn’t chase after her like some pitiful puppy. She probably thought I would. As if. Bitches be delusional.Earlier, she tried sneaking out behind my back again. But I caught her. I always catch her. She’s predictable. Pathetic.Still... something’s missing.Ah, yes.She’s not dead.Three fucking weeks. I’ve tolerated her endless whining, her goddamn optimism, her naive little charity projects. I, Paimon—Demon King, Prince of the Ninth Circle, Scourge of the Virtuous—reduced to playing roommate to a clingy mortal crybaby who thinks “kindness” can change the world.If Lord Lucifer finds out what I’ve been doing, he’ll disown me. Scratch that—he’ll fucking banish me.No. This ends. Alice must die.But first, let’s take stock of the damage.Ten million dollars. Reduced to

Two days had passed since Paimon and I had a misunderstanding—and since I accidentally spent all the money he gave me.He told me he’d never give me money again. Not if I was just going to hand it out to strangers like candy on Halloween.I couldn’t blame him. That was his decision. But still… it hurt. There was no money left, and he also didn’t want me to go back to work. If I stayed at home doing nothing, I’d starve.So, he came up with a solution.He’d provide everything I needed—food, rent, Wi-Fi, electricity, water, all of it. Said he’d go out and “act like a human” just like I used to. That he’d find a job. A real job.Honestly, I was excited.Paimon despised humans. He made that clear every single day.“Puny humans,” “Weak creatures,” “Filthy apes”—He had a whole glossary of insults just for us. He looked down on mankind like we were gum on his boot.And now he was going to pretend to be one of us?I was curious, a little scared, and thrilled to see it.For two days, I explai

As soon as the clock hit five in the afternoon, I marched out of my office and considered that hellhole officially behind me. There was no fucking way I’d let those old geezers keep using how awesome I am without paying up. They praised me, congratulated my team, patted my back like I was their messiah—and still, no goddamn paycheck.See how that shit system works?If I could buy stuff using their flattery and flowery words, maybe I’d reconsider. But no. That’s not how the human world works. These bastards worship only one thing: money.I stepped into the elevator, ready to vanish from this corporate circus, only to find Valentina already inside. And just great—the walking virgin killer locked eyes with me, giving me another one of her sinful, come-fuck-me looks.She immediately latched onto my right arm, nestling herself between her boobs. Soft. Like a pillow made of temptation. But I held my composure. I wasn’t going to let some human woman throw me off. I’m a demon, not a desperate

Even though I hate that bitch, I still can’t stomach the idea of someone else laying claim to Alice’s soul. After everything I’ve endured, the thought of other demons torturing her for eternity makes my blood boil.No way in fucking Hell.If she’s going to suffer, it’ll be by my hands—and no one else's.To make sure she doesn’t die in the Walpurgis Game, she needs to learn how to properly use Demonic Energy—how to feel it, wield it, and let it flow through her like blood. But here's the problem: I’ve never had a Human Contractor before. I don’t know how to teach her. I don’t even know if it’s possible.Walpurgis doesn’t benefit me or Belial or any of the Monarchy, not really. It’s just some ancient tradition for entertainment. Something to pass the time as Familiar Demons rip apart weak Contractors for sport. And we let it happen. Year after year. Watching. Laughing. Pretending we aren’t complicit.And the worst part? Lord Lucifer has no fucking clue this is happening.If he finds out.

Paimon-----I arrived at Alice's place expecting chaos. What I didn't expect was to find her lying on the floor, the living room wrecked like a hurricane had thrown a temper tantrum. Smoke residue. Broken walls. Traces of residual magic. Something—or someone—had broken in. I approached fast, my boots crunching over the glass.She was limp.Blood.Neck wound.For a split second, something twisted in my gut.I dropped to my knees beside her and reached for her pulse out of sheer reflex, then froze mid-gesture.What the hell was I doing?Why the fuck was I checking her pulse like a mortal? I don’t need to do that. I can see souls leaving bodies. If her soul was still tethered, then she wasn’t dead. Obvious.Yet I still reached.And just as I was about to touch her, she snored.I blinked. Brow twitching.That idiot was asleep.I dropped her immediately. Her head hit the floor with a soft thud, but I didn’t care. I was too stunned. Not because she was fine, but because I—Paimon, King of He