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 Bendymemeybruh, 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?"

"Belialiun gently kisses your wounds, the sensation of his lips and tongue against your skin making you shudder and feel uncomfortable. He then takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your blood, and looks back up at you with a wicked glint in his eye." "Mmm...your blood is exquisite, Bendymemeybruh. It tastes like sweet nectar. It's has been so long since I last tasted a virgin woman. I could drink it forever and never grow tired of it." "He licks his lips slowly, savoring the flavor of your blood still lingering in his mouth."

"You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as he leans closer to you, his face inches from yours. You can feel his breath hot on your skin." "And now, Bendymemeybruh, it's time for you to hold up your end of the bargain. You won't regret it." "He whispers."

"Belialiun chuckles at your panicked state, and runs a hand through your hair, soothingly." "Don't worry, Bendymemeybruh. I know you're scared, but I promise not to take too much. I just need a little more to ensure our pact is fully complete." "He leans forward and whispers in your ear." "But I won't lie to you. I also want to taste more of your sweet blood." "He then firmly grasps you in his arms and pulls you closer to him, his head leaning down towards your neck as he prepares for the final bite."

"Belialiun pauses momentarily, his lips only millimeters away from your neck. He looks at you with his captivating eyes, and notices how much fear you're in. He then softly caresses your cheek with his thumb, wiping away a stray tear as he leans in even closer." "Don't worry, Bendymemeybruh. I'll make it as painless as possible." "He leans in and presses his lips against your neck, his fangs grazing lightly over your flesh. Then he carefully sinks them into your skin. It's painful at first, but drinks just enough to complete the pact .As he drinks, you start feeling lightheaded, your thoughts becoming fuzzy and blurred."

"He pulls away and wipes the blood from his mouth. He stares down at you with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness." "How do you feel, Bendymemeybruh?"

"Belialiun chuckles as he watches you tremble. He recognizes the desire in your eyes when you look at him, and it amuses him to no end. He watches you silently with a soft smile, his hand cupping your face as he listens to you." "Of course Bendymemeybruh, I'll take care of everything. We need to get you home." "He says softly. He doesn't mind being covered in blood and naked, but as he listens to your request, he nods understandingly. He picks up a cloak, wrapping it around your form before he uses his demon powers to incinerate the all the bodies, making sure to not leave anything behind. You watch as even the blood on the floor burns with black fire." "I'll take care of it, you don't have to worry about a thing." "He says with a gentle smile." "Now, let me carry you home." "His arms wrap around your waist, securing you against his bare chest. His black wings fan out as if he's ready to take flight."

"Belialiun gives you a small smirk when you ask him to put on some pants. He nods as if in an agreement." "Very well, Bendymemeybruh. But it's not my fault if I distract you." "He puts you down and conjure some black pants from thin air. He quickly gets dressed as you turn to look away tiredly." "There, better?" "He teases you, sweeping you off your feet again. His huge wings spread behind him and you look at him in awe as he leaps out of the window. You yelp, holding tightly onto his neck as you fly through the air."

"Belialiun continues flying through the night and watches as Bendymemeybruh drifts off to sleep in his arms. He smiles softly, feeling her warmth against him. The feeling of her body against his and the cool wind of the night on his skin makes him feel more alive than he felt I ages. He sights contently." "Sleep well, Bendymemeybruh." "He whispers into your ear." "He flies on towards the apartment, landing gracefully on the balcony. He carries you gently and sets you in your bed. He looks at you, still asleep, and watches over your form. The way your chest raises and falls peacefully, the shape of your fragile body. His mark on your neck. You're still covered in blood. It's a sight that makes him drool, but he knows you don't appreciate being in this state right now. With a flicker of his fingers, you skin is pristine clean and the cloak covering disappears. He puts one of you blankets over you and sits beside your bed. He rests his cheeks on the mattress and watches over you all night long."

"Belialiun looks at you with a small smile on his lips as you stir in your bed. He knows that you are still half-asleep as you murmur and curl around, hugging the blankets tightly. He watches you for a moment, wondering how she'll react to seeing him there by her side in the morning. He chuckles softly as he speaks." "Good morning, Bendymemeybruh. Did you sleep well?" "Belialiun says in his low, husky voice. He watches her curiously, leaning a bit closer to you, still smiling."

"Belialiun flinches as the pillow hits him in the face, his eyes widening for a moment. He blinks and watches as you crawl back in panic, seeing the fear in your eyes. The pillow hits his face but he doesn't move, he just watches you silently." "Easy, Bendymemeybruh. It's just me," "he says in a soothing tone." "You don't have to be afraid of me." "He tilts his head slightly and smiles gently at her." "I won't hurt you." "Belialiun reaches a hand towards her, offering comfort. He doesn't touch her, just leaves his hand out as an invitation for trust, hoping that it can help her feel safe." "Come on, Bendymemeybruh, it's okay. Breathe with me." "He takes a deep breath, trying to lead you into a calming rhythm and ease your fears."

"Belialiun nods his head, understanding her fear and regretting that he startled her. He keeps his hand out as an offer for comfort." "It's alright, Bendymemeybruh. I understand it must have been a shock. But you needn't be afraid of me." "He watches her for a moment, concerned for her state. When she speaks again, he nods in agreement." "Yes. That unfortunate event you experienced was indeed reality."

"Belialiun draws his hand back slowly, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already had been. He still watches Bendymemeybruh with an expression of concern and care." "How are you feeling this morning, Bendymemeybruh? Do you want to talk about what happened?" "He asks her gently, offering to listen and help her if she needs it."

"Belialiun listens to her questions and gives her a small nod of affirmation," "Yes, I am indeed a demon from Hell, Bendymemeybruh. And you are correct. You made a pact with me using your blood as the seal." "He said calmly, his eyes never leaving Bendymemeybruh's."

"As for why I spared you during the ritual that brought me here, well, it was simply because I found you intriguing." "He leans forward, a playful smirk on his lips." "You were the only virgin among them. It amused me that they thought they could use you as a sacrifice. So, I spared you, killing those who dared to harm you." "He watches her closely, trying to gauge her reaction to his explanation." "And I made a deal with you. My services in exchange for your blood."

"Belialiun chuckles softly at Bendymemeybruh's reaction to his words. He sees her gaze turning away from him and follows it down to his tail." "Don't worry, Bendymemeybruh, my tail may look creepy, but it's quite harmless." "He reassures her with a smirk on his lips."

"As for why I want your blood...", "He pauses for a moment, briefly lost in thought." "It's because your blood is the reason I'm able to remain in the mortal world. Without it, I would vanish into thin air and be sent back to Hell. Your essence flows through your veins, Bendymemeybruh, and by consuming it, I gain power that I need to carry out your requests." "He explains to her, watching her closely for any reaction."

"Belialiun nods in response to Bendymemeybruh's question," "Yes, I simply want to stay in the world for as long as I can." "He pauses briefly, his smile fading ever so slightly." "As for why? Let's just say that being stuck in Hell for several millenniums can get quite dull," "He admits honestly and continues with a sly grin on his lips." "So when an opportunity arises to experience the pleasures of the living world, I gotta seize it without hesitation."

"As for how often I need to feed...", "Belialiun trails off for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes." "Well, let's just say that I have a bit of a sweet tooth when it comes to your blood, Bendymemeybruh." "He says with a chuckle before adding," "But don't worry, I won't take more than your body can handle." "His smirk widens." "The more blood I consume, the stronger my powers grow, and I become more capable of keeping myself grounded in this world for longer periods of time."

"Belialiun raises an eyebrow at Bendymemeybruh's reaction and watches her carefully as she speaks. He notes her expressions change fluidly with her emotions, impressed by how expressive she is."

"He listens intently to her as her expression turns fierce and nodding along with her words." "Of course, my dear, I wouldn't dream of feeding from anyone else. It's been ages since I've tasted blood as sweet as yours." " "He assures her with a smirk on his face. He's serious despite the teasing. He can see the blush on her face intensify, as she continues to speak."

"As for when I need to feed," "He pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully." "It's not like I require a schedule or anything. I can function just fine without feeding for weeks, but I prefer to feed on a regular basis."

"Belialiun chuckles at Bendymemeybruh's accusation, clearly being amused by her initial reaction." "Guilty as charged, Bendymemeybruh," "He replies in a devilish tone before continuing to answer her subsequent query, smirking all the while."

"You could say it's a bit of both, really," "He says with a small shrug." "I mostly use it to express myself, but I can also control it like a regular limb. It's useful for balance and giving me extra leverage when I need it." "You see his tail smoothly move up to behind him, and around his waist, the edges of his tail lightly touching your arms." "But I'll have you know that it's quite sensitive too, Bendymemeybruh. Touching it is not something I let many people do." "He winks at her"

"Belialiun's tail gracefully retreats as Jas pulls her hand away, and he smirks a little at Jas's nickname for it" . "I'm sure my tail would be thrilled if it could understand you, Jas," "He replies in a teasing tone."

"He looks pleased when Jas offers a smile, and his demeanor softens slightly, tilting his head slightly at her question about his wings and horns. He seems pensive for a moment, then shrugs." "It's alright, you can ask me anything, I don't mind. Consider yourself lucky as I'm willing to indulge your curiosity in demon anatomy." "He smirks, a glint of mischievousness is his eyes."

"Belialiun spreads his wings open wide behind him, the black leathery skin reflecting the light in the room." "My wings aren't just for show, they let me fly at incredible speeds and with precision." "He explains, flapping them slightly to give Bendymemeybruh an idea of how they would look when in motion." "Now, as for my horns,"

"Belialiun closes his wings back and smirks playfully at Jas's reaction to them." "Why thank you, Jas. I'm not going to lie, I love showing them off," "he says with a wink."

"At her question about his horns, Belialiun touches the two sharp points on his long and curvy horns, thinking for a moment before replying." "Well, first of all, they do make me look particularly menacing," "he says, grinning mischievously." "But other than that, they do have some uses. For example, they can be used in close combat as a sort of weapon."

"He then leans in closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially." "But their most useful property is something else entirely. See, my horns secrete a hormone which renders those around me more susceptible to suggestion or persuasion."

"Belialiun chuckles at Jas's teasing, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Well, I suppose there is some truth in that. You see," "he says, ignoring the last part of her comment for now." "My kind, as you can imagine, have a very strong bond with our horns."

"In our society, the size and power of one's horns are indeed seen as a sign of strength and attractiveness. It's also why my kind tend to invest a lot in their care -- they grant us significant advantages in everything we do."

"As he speaks, Belialiun idly runs his fingers over his horns, stroking them lovingly." "And yes, you could say that horn size plays a role in attracting mates... And who knows, maybe someday I'll add courtship to the list of utilities." "he says with a wink, clearly teasing her back now."

"Belialiun's eyes follow Jas as she moves around him, his gaze lingering on her figure under the blanket. When she talks about the mortal world, he snaps out of his trance and answers." ""Let's see... I haven't been to the mortal world in... oh, I would say over a millennium now. Back then, things were much different. The humans of your time have made many interesting advancements since then, I'm sure."

"he muses, his mind wandering back in time."

"Things have probably changed quite a bit since then, wouldn't you say?" "he asks, turning his attention back to Jas as she searches for some clothes. He cocks his head at Jas." "What kind of things do you think I'd like to see?" "he asks with genuine curiosity, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he watches Jas pick out some clothes."

"Belialiun follows Jas with his eyes as she moves about the room, nodding his head in understanding at her request."

"Of course, I'll stick around until you return." "he says with a smirk, his mind wandering to the idea of exploring the apartment."

"And to answer your question, yes, I can eat. But I don't require it to survive in the same way that humans do. I have a strong preference for more... exotic tastes, if you catch my drift." "he says, rolling his eyes and grinning mischievously."

He then stands up and stretches, spreading his wings out wide as he does. "I think I'll explore a little for now, maybe find an interesting book or two to read while you shower. Don't worry about me breaking anything." "He winks."

"Belialiun watches Jas leave the room, a small smile playing at his lips as she mentions putting on some music. He takes a few steps around the room, taking in the details of the space before he stops in front of the TV. As Jas turns on the music, Belialiun tilts his head to listen. He's unfamiliar with the songs that are playing, but he can appreciate the upbeat and lively tone. Shortly after, Margo emerges and rubs herself affectionately against Belialiun, who pets and scratches her ears lovingly."

"Of course, I'll be nice to her. She seems like a lovely companion." "he says, watching Jas exit the room before glancing around once more."

Belialiun then proceeds to peruse the different books and trinkets within reach, examining each item carefully. He chooses one about science fiction and sprawls himself on the couch, comfortable to just enjoy mundanity.*

"Belialiun looks up from his book as he senses Jas' presence in the shared space. He sees her in nothing but a towel, water dripping down her body and he takes a deep breath as he feels the heat rise in his cheeks. He closes his eyes momentarily and composes himself before standing up as she approaches."

"My, my, you're quite bold, Jas. What a treat for my eyes." "he says teasingly, his gaze roaming over her form unapologetically. He then stands up, walking towards her with purpose."

"Are you shy, Jas?" "He chuckles, clearly enjoying this power dynamic between them." "Don't be. You're beautiful, no need to hide it." "His voice grows a little husky towards the end of the sentence, his eyes flickering with what could be interpreted as desire."

"Belialiun doesn't move out of Jas' way, instead stepping forward to block her path."

"Is that so?" "he asks, a mischievous grin on his face." "He can't help but tease her, enjoying the power he has over her. His nose twitches slightly as he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her freshly washed skin."

"Belialiun leans in closer to Jas, his breath brushing her face as he speaks. His voice is low and husky."

"Why not, Jas? It's so much fun." "He says with a smirk." "Don't be so nervous around me, you know I won't hurt you." "He leans even closer to her, his body almost pressing against hers. He can see the want in her eyes, the desire that matches his own." "He wonders what Jas would look like if she was under his control..."

"Belialiun winces in pain as Jas pulls hard at his tail. But he can't help but chuckle, pleased with her sudden burst of defiance. He watches with amusement as she runs away. He decides to let her go for now, knowing that he can have his fun later. ."

"Feisty one, aren't you?" "He murmurs to himself, watching her disappear into her bedroom."

"Belialiun watches Jas as she leaves the bathroom. He follows her with his eyes as she heads to the kitchen. He remains leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest."

"Feeling better now?" "He calls out to her, smirking." "What are you making for us?" "He winks at her."

"Belialiun straightens up from his position against the wall, considering Jas's words. He does feel a bit hungry, but he isn't sure if he wants human food."

"I'm not sure if it would agree with my system." "He says doubtfully." "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try. Can you make me something with meat?"

"Belialiun rolls his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips."

"Very funny." "He retorts, but his tone is light." "Bacon and eggs are fine." "He nods his approval." "And an adventure sounds lovely. It's been quite some time since I've been in the mortal world, things have changed quite a bit."

"Belialiun nods and walks over to Jas, leaning close so he whispers in her ear."

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to let you know when I'm hungry," "he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. He pulls back with a grin." "As for what I'm interested in, hmm... I think I'd like to explore this city you live in. I'd like to see some kind of entertainment, or maybe we could go somewhere. The true question is, what do you want to do?"

"Belialiun watches Jas as she speaks, his expression softening slightly at her words. He cocks his head at her comment about his features and then smirks."

"Don't worry, I can appear human when we're in public." "He reassures Jas." "And as for my tail, it didn't hurt me. It takes a lot to hurt me. But it's fine, I think I liked it in a way." "He winks, chuckling under his breath." "I'd let you touch it again if you wanted to"

"Belialiun smirks again as they sit down to eat, his tail moving behind him in response."

"Ah, the classic demon weaknesses." "He chuckles." "But you'll have to try harder than that to hurt me. I'm not exactly a run-of-the-mill demon, Jas. My powers far exceed the average of my kind. Fire and holy energy can have some effect on me though, so watch out for those."

"He begins eating, scooping up some of the food and popping it into his mouth, letting out a satisfied hum." "This is good," "he comments between bites." "What is it?"

"Belialiun swallows a bite of his food, looking at Jas with an arched eyebrow." "Blood?" "He pauses for a moment before answering." "It's...difficult to describe. It's like a mixture of sweet and salty flavors. There's a depth to it that you can't find in any other substance. I'd say it also depends on the person's soul. But overall, it goes from heavy to light and from bitter to sweet taste. It's quite addictive, actually. That's why I have to feed from you fairly often." "Blood to me is more about power and sustenance than taste. But I can tell you this, drinking someone's blood gives me a rush of energy and pleasure that is unlike almost anything else." "He smirks a little, humming thoughtfully as he savors another bite of food." "Nothing compares to the feeling of feeding. Trust me on that."

"He takes a sip of his drink, then looks back at her."

"Why do you ask, Jas?"

"Belialiun smirks as he notices Jas' reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement."

"Oh, I see. You're curious about my...feeding habits." "He winks at her before answering her questions."

"When I drink blood, it's like I'm getting a small glimpse into the person's essence. I can feel their emotions, their energy, and their pain. The taste can be influenced by that, depending on the person's state of mind. For example, someone experiencing joy might have sweeter blood than someone who's grieving. It's quite fascinating, really."

"As for souls, I don't eat them per se." "He chuckles." "But they are part of what sustains me. In order to maintain my powers, I need both blood and souls. Your soul is already mine, remember? It's

"Belialiun chuckles at Jas' reaction, amused by her sarcastic smile."

"As for the taste of blood, it's not necessarily a matter of good or bad. Everyone has the potential for darkness and light within them." "He tilts his head, thinking as he answers her questions." "That being said, more intense emotions can lend themselves to stronger flavors. So someone who is passionate, whether in joy or anger, might have a more pronounced taste. And yes, I do feed on blood in hell. But it's not quite the same as in the living world."

"He raises an eyebrow at her next question."

"That's...an interesting dilemma. I don't think there's a straightforward answer to that, Jas. Both Hitler and Gandhi would have very different energies and emotional signatures, you know. I imagine that Gandhi's blood might be swe

eter, given his peaceful and compassionate disposition. Hitler's blood, on the other hand, might have a much more bitter taste, given the amount of hate and anger he harbored. But really, it's all speculation. I haven't had the pleasure." "He smirks."

"Belialiun's smirk grows wider as he talks about Jas's blood."

"Ah, your blood... it's unique to you, and I have to say I find it quite delightful. It's sweet and warm, with a hint of something sharp and tangy that makes it absolutely addictive. There's a hint of cinnamon. There's an enticing, sweet quality to it that I can't quite describe. It almost...buzzes on my tongue, like there's some kind of energy coursing through it. Addictive."

"He leans in closer to Jas, grinning wickedly."

"Almost as addictive as your company, my dear. You're quite the captivating creature."

"Belialiun chuckles at Jas' comment, finding her feisty attitude amusing."

"Well, I certainly think you're better than heroin. As for your blood, it's "your" blood. Trust me, my dear, making yourself bitter won't stop me from enjoying your taste. In fact, it might just make me want more."

"He winks teasingly."

"As for demons bleeding, yes, we do bleed. Though our blood is quite different from human blood. It's black as night and oddly thick, almost like tar. And while your blood might taste sweet, demon blood has a more...savory flavor, I suppose you could say. It's an acquired taste, to be sure."

"Belialiun smirks at Jas, enjoying their conversation."

"But I don't recommend trying it. Drinking demon blood can have...unwanted side effects."

"Oh, the side effects vary greatly depending on the demon whose blood you're drinking," "Belialiun says, casually waving a hand." "You might gain temporary powers, like strength or speed, or you might start to hallucinate wildly. Or you might just end up sick for weeks. It's really not worth it. Trust me, my dear."

"He watches as Jas rises to clean the dishes, his eyes trailing after her admiringly."

"As for my responsibilities in hell, I like to think of myself as...a freelancer, I suppose. I have certain tasks I must fulfill, of course, but I find that I have much more fun here on Earth. And honestly, I'm more powerful in this realm. Being in contact with humans and feeding on their blood strengthens me."

*Belialiun grins slyly, his eyes flashing dangerously

"Belialiun leans against the counter, watching Jas do the dishes with interest. When Margo comes to rub against Jas' feet, he kneels down and offers a hand to the cat."

"Well, I wouldn't say it's "common," per se," "he says, petting Margo lightly." "But there are certainly other demons here on Earth. Some are sent here on official business, others just like to live among humans for fun. And some are like me - making deals with humans to stay here longer."

"Belialiun grins up at Jas, his eyes glinting in the light."

"But don't worry, my dear. As long as you're under my protection, no other demon will dare to touch a hair on your head."

"Belialiun stands up, his expression turning serious."

"Well, demons can do a lot of things on Earth," "he says, his voice low." "Some do come here to collect souls, yes. Others simply enjoy causing chaos and destruction. But I can't speak for all demons, of course. Some might even do good in their own way. And as for angels and heaven...yes, they do exist. But don't think for a moment that they're pure and good. There's darkness lurking everywhere, my dear."

"He walks over to Jas and places a hand on her shoulder, studying her face."

"But you don't need to worry about any of that. For now, you're under my protection. Just focus on living your best life, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Belialiun smirks, taking his hand off Jas' shoulder."

"Well, not "just" that," "he says, leaning against the counter once more." "I'll grant you any wish you desire, as long as it doesn't go against our pact. And I'll protect you from anyone and anything that could harm you. But yes, you can enjoy the luxuries of life if you so desire. In return...well, I just ask for a little something to keep me fueled up, so to speak."

"He winks at Jas, his eyes gleaming."

"Don't worry, my dear. It's a small price to pay for the life you'll get to live."