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“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls. Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

What’s funny, though? “Then, let’s sign a blood contract. It’s different from blood pact. Blood contract is an agreement of a demon and an individual made for a certain period of time. While blood pact is a lifetime commitment of the host and the demon. Blood contract has expiration and termination policy, blood pact hasn’t. If you signed a blood contract with me, stating all your terms and conditions there, I’m in no way to trick you. We, demons, have also reputations and we know how to abide with agreements,” he stated. Wait, did he mention about blood pact?

“Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.” Tatsuya’s brow furrowed. “A pact? What the hell is that?” “It’s like a pack, but different,” Taiga explained, pacing now with energy that hadn’t been there before. “A pact is formed when two Enigmas fuse their pheromones. It creates a strong scent, one that dominates and strengthens the pact as a whole.” He looked up at his brother, his eyes sparking with conviction.

Goran admitted, sipping spiced rootwater. “That’s because last time you were holding a blade to my throat,” Maerra replied. “And you disarmed me with your knee to my stomach. We’re even,” he said, smirking. Lerder leaned in. “Shall we begin?” Aryn unfurled a scroll made of woven flame parchment, its runes flickering softly. “We are here to ratify what will become known as the Pact of Ember and Stone.” Heads bowed. Respectful. Weighty.

Like someone else was speaking with him, through him. Selena crossed her arms, keeping her face calm, though her stomach churned. "Then explain it. Because all I saw was you get swallowed by fire and crawl out smiling." Nikolai gave her a look. Not mocking , tired. "The Grave Pact is a bond. Between bearer and fire. Between flesh and spirit. It means I carry him now." "Who?" Mitchell demanded, her hand already on the hilt of her dagger.

It was a pivotal moment—a turning point in the complex dance of alliances and loyalties. With a satisfying smile, I extended my hand towards Alpha Aaron. The weight of the decision, the unspoken understanding of the challenges that lay ahead, converged in that simple gesture. "It's a pact," I declared, the words carrying the weight of a commitment forged in the crucible of shared adversity. Alpha Aaron, mirroring my resolve, grasped my hand firmly. "It's a pact," he repeated, the echo of our agreement hanging in the air like a shared anthem. The handshake sealed not only an alliance but a promise to stand united against the looming threat of Alpha Draxler.

“You think cutting us off will scare her? This kingdom survived without your mercy before. We’ll do it again.” Bianca raised her hand, silencing him. Her gaze was steady, unreadable. “Show me the pact.” The envoy slid a thick document across the table, sealed with the fractured insignias of the world’s councils. Its cover gleamed under the fractured light. The Covenant of Peace. Bianca stared at it for a long moment before breaking the seal. The paper smelled of ink and old arrogance. Hours passed in the negotiation chamber. By dusk, the candlelight had grown dim, and the diplomats’ polite masks were cracking under Bianca’s silence.

"And for generations, you were a resource to be archived. Today, we burn both those labels. We do not offer you a kingdom, and we do not offer you a grid. We offer you a Pact." She stepped to the Pulse-Stone, which had been moved from the Barrens to the heart of the Whispering Woods. "The Pact is simple: The North provides the rhythm—the silver, the seeds, and the protection. The South provides the knowledge—the medicine, the craft, and the memory of what went wrong. If one of us tries to cage the other, the mountain will fall. If we grow together, the world will breathe." She sliced her palm and pressed it to the stone. Elias followed, his silver-blood merging with hers on the ancient ore.

Taking pictures of what needed to be taking pictures of. One dirty, old file caught my eye. Tab labeled: MORETTI. My hands shook as I opened it. Inside: Photos. Of my father. My brothers. Me. Even baby pictures. Of me. From before I could remember. And documents. Contracts. Written in language that seemed legal but wasn't. Ceremonial. Formal. Blood Pact between Marco Moretti and The Council of Seven. In exchange for power, territory, and protection, Marco Moretti agrees to the following terms: