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 alttikona, 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, alttikona. 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, alttikona, 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, alttikona. 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, alttikona. 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, alttikona?"

"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 alttikona, 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, alttikona. 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 alttikona 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, alttikona." "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, alttikona. 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, alttikona. 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, alttikona, 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, alttikona. 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 alttikona with an expression of concern and care." "How are you feeling this morning, alttikona? 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, alttikona. And you are correct. You made a pact with me using your blood as the seal." "He said calmly, his eyes never leaving alttikona'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."