The Demon's Bargain Novels & Stories

But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimpering, afraid of my demon form before her. It's exactly how I like my captives to be, Afraid. Trembling at my feet. Scared of my unpredictable nature. “Liar!” I growled, grabbing on her neck. I want to go easy, but easy never gets the job done. “You knew exactly where I'd be. At the exact spot I'd be standing, perfect timing, and you want me to believe you're innocent?” I tighten my free hand to a fist, guarding myself from showing mercy.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

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.

“You're their bargaining chip. From the day your father sold you to them to keep his country safe, you became their tool for war.” Racheal winced. She was beginning to feel the tears burn the back of her throat again. She would not cry. It may irritate this woman who she was beginning to suspect hated any form of weakness. How could she not though? She was so powerful. “So however much you may have wanted your marriage to be a beautiful enemy to lover romance story. It will not happen.” Madame Dalloz said. “How many times did Steffan come see you in the last three days?”

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.