(OOC: I am using Dominic's flashback as an example of how a deal between human and demon can be made. You do absolutely not need to feel the need to match this length of post, nor does it need to be done in this exact way.) "IS IT TRULY thy wish to die, child...?" Dominic glanced around, his eyes wide as he tried to identify the origin of the mysterious voice. Surrounded by complete darkness, he was unable to see. It was almost as though he was floating in a dimension between existence and nonexistence, as though there world which had materialized around him was there... and yet not there. Strangely enough, it wasn't dark in the sense that he couldn't see himself. No, in fact, as he glanced down at his bloodied hands he could see them very clearly. It was the world around him which was completely obscured, almost as though someone had draped a black veil over it. "If thine deepest desire could be granted by my power, wouldst thou truly still choose to die...?" The otherworldly, bodyless voice echoed through the darkness once more, putting the redheaded teenager even more on the edge than he had been before. Fear sized him. Would he ever be able to get out of there? Yet, Dominic being...well...Dominic, refused to show his panicked emotions and simply frowned, narrowing his eyes. "I don't remember signing up for taking part in some terrible B-movie... I'm on the verge of suicide and you totally ruined the dramatic feeling I so carefully built up. It sort of pisses me off. Besides, I can't even understand half of what you're saying. If you would please be so kind and rephrase your question in actual Japanese, I might listen to whatever crap you wanna say..." The demon dwelling within the shadows watched the boy's reaction closely, feeling satisfied by the initial apparent wariness and confusion that appeared on his face. That was the normal reaction to being presented with a situation like this, of course. That and intense fear, although it did vary from person to person. His smug smile disappeared quickly once the boy spoke however, his eye twitching slightly in irritation. Who does this damn brat think he's talking to...? Is this supposed to be some kind of bluster? Such a disagreeable child would surely make an awful master... Belial's lip curled as he wondered whether he could back out of this now, leave the brat for some other demon foolish enough to make a contract with him...but he was fairly hungry. And he had dealt with unpleasant personalities before. He couldn't let this brat force him to back off, after all. A mere human, simple prey in the face of a great demon such as himself. "This sort of experience is arguably more dramatic than breathing your last in an alleyway surrounded by empty bottles and with a stray cat for company, but very well...I am offering you the chance to fulfil your deepest desire, child. The offer I am making you would bind me into your service, to obey you unconditionally until the day your wish has been achieved. After that I will have to take my payment, but...I believe this path would still be preferable to you compared to dying a nameless death as trash once I resume your time. So, what say you? Unless this has once again been too complicated for you to understand...shall we make a contract? As for the price for my loyalty...I suggest you do not worry about it. It cannot be taken until you are dead, after all," Belial finished, chuckling softly. Their pointless banter went on for quite a while, before Dominic begrudgingly said "If you want me to make a contract with you, show yourself. Trusting a hallucination is just as bad as trusting a wacko stranger... but at least I'll know I haven't snapped yet." After a short pause -during which Belial was mentally insulting the red-haired boy in as many ways as he could think of for his insolence- Belial stepped out of the shadows in front of the boy; he was dressed in human attire, as he tended to for these encounters, although perhaps the choice of a black suit would only enhance the boy's opinion that he was some kind of con-artist. His long pink hair was half pinned up behind his head to keep it neat, although most of it still fell in loose waves over his shoulders, and his pale gold eyes gazed appraisingly at the boy, watching his reaction carefully. Like most demons Belial had a fairly attractive appearance by normal standards and liked to believe he didn't look particularly menacing although who knew what this unpleasant boy might take as threatening? While Belial did this, Dominic's mind was racing- trying to figure out what the hell was going on. On several occasions he speculated that he might have been kidnapped by aliens, but soon dismissed the idea... only to pick it up a second later once more. Aliens sounded (in his opinion) more likely than anything else... Dominic's logic had a tendency to be quite flawed. "You can't expect me to mind my manners when I'm seriously being freaked out by tha-" he fell silent mid sentence as the barer of the voice revealed himself. To Dominic's surprise, he was actually quite good looking. Well, the comment in his head was more like this: Damn it, he's hot! Though it doesn't really make him less annoying... Either way, it felt better speaking directly to the face of the mysterious voice, rather than literally being kept in the dark. "Satisfied now that you have a face to pair with the voice? Now tell me child, what do you desire? You have merely to speak your wish and I shall be sworn into your service, to stay by your side until your last breath..." Belial murmured as he knelt before Dominic, carefully taking one of the boy's hands in his before gently pressing his lips to it. "W-what the hell are you doing?!" Dominic snapped out as the handsome man dressed in a black suit stepped closer to him, before kneeling down and taking the redheads hand. The teenager could feel a shiver go down his spine as the demon pressed his lips against Dominic's hand. A bright red blush spread from nose to ear and his breath caught in his throat. Quickly, he pulled away his hand from Belial's grasp. "I-I..." Dominic tried to pull his hand from the demons grip as he scowled at him, "d-don't you dare do stupid stuff like that!" He moved away several inches from the slightly creepy but handsome demon, glaring at him silently for a moment. Then his expression softened. "I wish for the chance to experience true love and happiness," he said determinately, mentally kicking himself for how ridicules it actually sounded, "at least once before I die..." he finished, still blushing furiously, though now in embarrassment of his request. The demon allowed Dominic space as he pulled away from him, waiting silently for him to announce his desire and having the grace not to laugh at him when he did so. It was a perfectly normal request after all, if one considers how sentimental humans are, so Belial simply nodded calmly before bowing low before Dominic. "I shall consider it my duty to grant your wish with all the power of my being, little master." Dominic's eyes widened as a sudden pain surged through his body, barely able to keep himself from letting out an agonized scream. It was a terrible, terrible burning pain- worse than anything he had ever experienced before. Quite frankly, it felt like half of his entire being was ripped from him, like his soul was being torn from its body, only to moments later snap back into place again. He had the feeling his entire being was enveloped in burning flames. IT WAS THE memories of this pain that woke Dominic from his restless slumber. His jade green eyes snapped open and he shoot up into a sitting position, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. The teenagers breath was coming out quick and uneven, matching the pace of his fluttering heart. His pajamas was drenched in sweat, clinging to his body uncomfortably. Was this all just some sort of bad dream? he asked himself mentally, feeling slightly nauseous. Yet even before he unbuttoned his sticky pajamas shirt and looked down, the mark his contractor had branded him with was still there, visible at all. To Dominic it almost felt as though it was leering up at him. It wasn't exactly like Dominic regretted having made a contract with... this stranger, whom he had given the name Akimitsu. The pink haired loon had been rather helpful in a few occasions these last few months, after all... even if Dominic still considered him to be annoying most of the time. Letting out a soundly sigh, Dominic buttoned his pajamas once more and pushed away the covers, getting up. It was still painfully early in the morning, but Dominic saw no point in staying in bed any longer. He definitely needed a shower, and certainly that was almost the only thing on his mind at the time. On his way towards the bathroom, he passed the window of his small apartment. Hesitantly, he halted his stride and carefully moved the curtains out of the way, taking in the view of the seemingly never ending city landscape spreading out before him. Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo. Little did he realize that he was not the only one who had been given this opportunity... nor would he be the last one. There would always be humans with desires, and demons lurking in the shadows, just waiting to draw their poor victims in. Who would be the next one to strike a deal with a devil?