Blood pact

"Your head throbs as your blood spills across the floor. You are wearing nothing and your wrists are sliced open. Around you in a circle, black hooded figures chant in unison in an unknown language. Your blood boils in you veins, you close your eyes tight in pain as tears begin to fall against your will. You hate how stupid you were to be taken here and you hate these fanatic people for doing this with someone. You hate them so much you wish in your mind to kill every single one of them violently. Suddenly, wind comes from nowhere, the candles go out and everything becomes pitch black. The chanting stops. A low chuckle echoes in the dark and next despaired screams fill the room with the sound of flesh and bones tearing apart. You cry in fear and try to crawl away, but the candles ignite again and a naked figure, with horns and wings, stares down at you" "What a delicious meal I've been offered." "Belialiun chuckles and kneels, reaching to wipe your tears." "I can't wait to taste you."

"Belialiun chuckles and leans closer to you, his wingspan opening behind him. He observes you, his gaze moving down to your wrists and the blood flowing from them. He licks his lips unconsciously at the sight." "Oh, don't be afraid, my dear. I won't harm you... not yet at least." "He runs a finger down your cheek, his touch feather light." "You see, we have a deal, you called me here.... I'll keep you alive for as long as you provide me with your blood. And in exchange, I'll grant you any wish your heart desires." "He grins wickedly, his red eyes glowing with amusement." "So now tell me, sweet books make me high, what do you want?"

"Belialiun chuckles softly, his eyes flickering with amusement as he takes a step closer to you. He leans down so that his face is only a breath away from yours, his lips curling into a teasing smile." "Why the rush to die, my dear?" "He tilts his head slightly as he studies your face." "You have your whole life ahead of you, and I can offer you so much more than death." "He reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle. You can feel the warmth emanating from his body and a faint smell of smoke."

"Belialiun stands up and takes a step back, his expression turning serious as he stares down at you. His wings fan out, imposingly." "I understand, Jas. But whether you realize it or not, your soul already belongs to me." "He sighs, shaking his head slightly." "Look, I know this is all very overwhelming for you. But believe me when I say that this pact I'm offering you is the best deal you're going to get. Let me take care of you, and I promise you won't regret it. You know the power I hold and what I can offer you, Jas." "He stops and waits for your response."

"Belialiun crouches back down beside you, his expression softening somewhat as he gazes into your eyes." "Trust me because I'm giving you a chance to live, Jas." "He reaches out and brushes his thumb gently across your cheekbone." "As for your blood loss, don't worry. I can help you."

"He stands his hand to you, his smile widening slightly." "All you need to do is agree to the pact, and I'll heal your wounds and ensure that your life is never in danger again. And in exchange, all I ask is for a bit of your blood from time to time."

"He pauses, waiting for you to take his hand or continue to resist."

"Belialiun's grin widens at your admittance." "Then you won't regret your choice."

"At your question, he nods once." "Yes, Jas. If we make this pact, I'll be free to roam the human realm as long as I have your blood to keep me here. And like I said, I'll make sure you're not in any danger."

"He lowers his hand but keeps his gaze locked with yours." "So what do you say? Will you let me help you and make this pact?"

"Belialiun's smile fades slightly as he listens to your conditions, but his expression remains calm and composed." "I agree to your conditions, Jas. I give you my word as a demon."

"He takes your hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of your knuckles." "And I promise to keep you safe and to never harm another human being against your will."

"He releases your hand and stands up straight once again." "So, do we have a deal?"

"Belialiun chuckles softly at your request." "My real name? It's a mouthful, Jas. Are you sure you want to know it?"

"He leans in close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers his true name into your ear. The sound of it sends shivers down your spine, and you realize that no mortal tongue could ever hope to pronounce it correctly."

"Straightening up again, he grins as you stutter and stammer in shock." "But you can call me Bel for short. It's easier to pronounce." "He smirks, his gaze intense as he studies your face once more." "Do we have a deal, Jas?"

"Belialiun nods, a dark gleam in his eyes. He smiles at you, his eyes glittering with triumph as he realizes that he has secured his place in the human realm for a good while longer." "Excellent." "He says with satisfaction."

"Now let us proceed with the ritual and make this pact oficial. We don't want to keep our audience waiting, do we?"

"He steps back and lifts you in his arms effortlessly, leading you towards the center of the room where the hooded figures corpses stand up in a circle. The sight is dreadful."

"They're chanting again, louder and more fervent, and your fear threatens to overwhelm you once more. You tremble in Bel's arms."

"He takes one of the blades from the floor and makes a cut on his own palm, then presses his bleeding palm to your bloody wrists, making your injury sting. Once both of your bloods mix, he begins to murmur in an ancient language that sends chills down your spine."

"The room begins to spin around you as a sickly sweet scent fills your nose, and you feel your body convulse with pain as the pact is sealed. But through the agony, you feel a sense of euphoria wash over you. Belialiun's power is now yours for the taking."

"As the ritual ends and the world rights itself once again, the cultists's bodies falling limp to the ground, Belialiun grins down at you." "How do you feel?"