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Would you believe me if I told you I met a demon? Would you believe me if I told you I made a blood pact with one?
Some time ago, humans...us, made pacts with demons all the time; it's written in a text somewhere I read. Little did I know, how true that actually was; after getting out of an abusive relationship, I picked up a book at a random bookstore...more out of boredom then anything. I didn't think reading a few spell words from it, would summon a demon named Dizzin. Aside from the black demon like wings and the horns that jet out of the top of his head, he seems absolutely normal. Problem is, the words I spoke, had somehow made a blood pact with him...what that means...I'm not even sure myself.
Hell is where I'm from; this puny human has somehow found the words to make a blood pack with me.
I came from the depths of hell for this puny human? I don't even know what she wants; she seems genuinely confused of who and what I am. Humans haven't summoned demons in...geez, I'm not sure how long; but here I am, in the middle of her living room with nothing on but a pair of jeans...hm, I wonder if she wants a blood pact or something else.
