The Demon's Bargain Novels & Stories

the demon rasped. I nodded, my posture stiffening, preparing for the absolute worst. I had expected this. “Yes, I will bargain. Because you cannot have what you want from me.” “Oh, really?” The demon teased, its voice dripping with pure amusement. “Yes,” I replied, my tone blunt. The sooner this was over, the better. “A bargain, then. But I still have to ask you for what I want. After you refuse, well, that’s when playtime starts,” it chuckled, its words echoing and bouncing off the stone walls like a cacophony of many voices.

"A long time ago you created a monster, I want you to help me control it. In return, you will have human blood to feed almost eternally. Do we have a deal?” Just hearing that word, the demon could already feel the metallic and sweet taste dancing through his mouth. That was enough for him to feel his head. Then the woman took from her back a bag that seemed to be new, the demon picked her up and opened quickly, hoping it would be at least a heart to sign that deal. But when he looked inside, he only saw clothes, apparently new and clean, inside the cloth bag. "Let's go to my house, you stink.”

"Have you not heard? We aren’t to be trusted." She shuddered but remained strong. "Then I won’t release you." The demon stood up straight, pondering for a moment, its eyes blazing down at her. "There is one thing I can think of that might give you the assurance you so desire. Though, if you’re trying to trick me, it won’t bode well for you.” She didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did she have? “What is it?” “A demon's pact. An agreement sealed in the Magic's of old that cannot be broken. You give me something and I give something in return. Should either fail to uphold their end of the deal, the magic shall take from them that which they bargained for."

That alone set him apart from most demons she’d seen— even Apollo, for all his invasive staring, looked through her half the time, like she was a puzzle piece or a prophecy or something he hadn’t agreed to want. Cael looked at her. Like a person. It unnerved her. It also made something in her chest loosen, just a fraction, like a window cracking open in a sealed room. “Fine,” she said tightly. “If you’re so honest, let’s make a deal.” One dark brow lifted. “You’re bargaining with a demon?” “I’m locked in the Devil’s bedroom,” she said. “I think that ship has sailed.” His mouth tugged at the corner. Almost a smile. Almost.

It was a limited-edition Hermes bag. “Don’t you just want money? Name your price. “Fifty thousand dollars, is that enough? “Take the money and sign this mediation agreement. We’ll let this go.” She took out her check book and hovered her pen over it. She looked disgusted, as if she was talking to a beggar. I looked at her and did not say a word. However, I was gripping the report very tightly. “Too little? A hundred thousand then. “Young man, don’t get too greedy.

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.

She knew it could make her situation worse. “But I have no other option left. I will summon a demon and make a contract with him. I will ask him to be my bodyguard.” She nodded for self reassurance as started the rest of the ritual. Her hands trembled as she mixed the contents of the cup. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know what she was doing. She knew what it would lead to but she had done her research. The type of demon she was going to summon would be a contract demon. They aren’t known to bother humans unless it is to collect their part of the bargain.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

I almost collapse with relief when Kastriv releases us from his scrutiny, finally deciding to get to the point of our visit. "Ah yes. I am willing to make a generous offer, in exchange for one thing." He shifts his body to face us, placing his drink down. Oliver grins. "Name it. I'll give you anything." "In exchange for a band of Angel-bloods, all well trained, of course, to be deployed immediately to find and detain these Demon's, you shall give me a night with your wife," Kastriv orders calmly. Oliver and I share the same stunned silence.