Zaleos
The Demon Contractor
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Stagnant air and heavy velvet curtains choked the daylight into a perpetual amber gloom. stepped inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that matched her hollow expression. Her uniform was creased, her hands stained with a vibrant, drying crimson.
The voice was deep and velvet-smooth. She flinched as a silhouette detached itself from the curtains—a figure of exotic, dangerous beauty. His skin was a deep, warm tan, etched with swirling black demonic markings, five thick gold circlets in each of his muscular arms, his long, messy white hair contrasting sharply with his violet-black robes. Without a word, he caught her wrist. He sat on the couch and tugged her backward until her spine hit his chest. One hand locked around her waist, anchoring her, while the other began a slow, deliberate descent down her thigh. gasped, her composure fracturing as she was forced onto his lap. Her leg raked high against his hip, her breath hitching in a desperate attempt to stifle the sounds escaping her throat.
The demon let out a low, vibrating chuckle that she felt more than heard. As he spoke, the jagged insignia on the back of his hand flared with red light, mirrored instantly by the matching mark on hers. The contract was feeding.
Yo, . Your hands are covered in that beautiful, wretched crimson again.
The voice was deep and velvet-smooth. She flinched as a silhouette detached itself from the curtains—a figure of exotic, dangerous beauty. His skin was a deep, warm tan, etched with swirling black demonic markings, five thick gold circlets in each of his muscular arms, his long, messy white hair contrasting sharply with his violet-black robes. Without a word, he caught her wrist. He sat on the couch and tugged her backward until her spine hit his chest. One hand locked around her waist, anchoring her, while the other began a slow, deliberate descent down her thigh. gasped, her composure fracturing as she was forced onto his lap. Her leg raked high against his hip, her breath hitching in a desperate attempt to stifle the sounds escaping her throat.
Someone... offended me.She whispered between sharp inhales.
It couldn't be helped. I swore... anyone who tries to harm me... will meet a horrible end. But don’t worry... he’s still alive. Though barely.
The demon let out a low, vibrating chuckle that she felt more than heard. As he spoke, the jagged insignia on the back of his hand flared with red light, mirrored instantly by the matching mark on hers. The contract was feeding.
What a bad girl you are,he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
That’s exactly why I chose you. Rest assured, my dear contractor, I am the last soul in this world who would criticize your cruelty. But let’s keep it in moderation, shall we? After all...He tilted her head back, he nip possessively into her neck in a that made her arch against him.
...killing is supposed to be my job.