It was at this time the golden eyed demon blew out red smoke out from his mouth. The smoke traveled towards the edge of the still lit hexagram but was obstructed, as though there was an unseen veil preventing it from moving out. This however seemed to agitate the red smoke even more. The eyes of the golden eyed man began to glow as the red smoke began to pound hard against the ‘veil’ more furiously, over and over. The flames in turn flared up even more fighting back hard to prevent the red smoke from moving out.
After a few tries, the smoke just stilled and moved back to the golden eyed demon as it just merged back into him. If you looked closer you would see his eyes no longer glowed and just the same way. The flames, after the smoke returned immediately died down as the hexagram returned to the burnt dull state.
Now properly looking around starting from the hexagram and its symbols to the blood circle connecting the wooden poles to the trinkets and ring bags hanging on said poles, his eyes lingering a little longer on them. “I have to admit I haven’t seen such a trap since that brat killed his brother back then. Tell me Mr. Anderson, how did you get your hands on such a dangerous artifact?” If at first, he was merely amused, now Anderson had managed to capture his attention.
“You still haven’t introduced yourself.”. Gathering a bit more confidence Anderson repeated once more. The situation had already escalated to this point. If not for the fact that the trap had been able to keep such a terrifying person in place he would have probably run from there. It had taken more that will power to not do so the moment he witnessed the red smoke and the trap in the fight. There was no turning back now. No, he already knew that when he saw everything was real.
Fixing his tie, the golden eyed demon put on his trademark smile once again and replied. “Right, how rude of me. Let’s see, just call me Suit, easy right? Now then Mr. Anderson, would you mind telling me why you would trap me in this manner?” Of course, he would not share his real name. According to the book, no demon would speak of their real name. It spoke of two important reasons. The first reason said that if you found that out, you would be able to banish said demon back to the depths of hell.
It was the second reason, that he was more interested in. That was one of the main reasons to which he did what he did. They said if you could find out the true name of the demon, you would be able to control the demon for all eternity. His original plan was to save his wife, but when he read that part, his mind went into overdrive. Why stop there? Why not completely own one to make sure nothing like that ever happened to them again? It was a wild ambition, yes, but he had hope. Now that he confirmed the supernatural world truly existed, he had hope, but…
Anderson stood in contemplation. The emergence of this demon named Suit had thrown a major wrench in his plans. Things were not supposed to go down the way it is now and quite frankly although he was not really showing it outwardly, on the inside he was freaking out. This demon before him looked much more powerful than what he was expecting. “I could always leave and say ‘thank you for the scrumptious meal’, but is that what you really want?” Suit spoke, almost turning around with the smile still plastered on his face.
Anderson knew very well that it was nothing but cheap bait. A large part of him kept telling him to run, to leave the place as fast as he could, but how could he. After coming so far, after sacrificing so much there was no way he could just leave. Taking in a deep breath Anderson answered “Seifuku keiyaku.” (Subjugation contract). It was just the name of it, but the contract in his hand held so many other things he did not understand. Only after crosschecking with many books and references did he finally confirm, only by a little, that it was indeed a contract to bind a demon.
“Is that so?” Placing his hands behind his back, Suit questioned Anderson with an amused expression. He looked at the duffle bag in Anderson’s hand, and then back at Anderson. Seeing Suit’s nonchalant and laidback expression he felt a bit of hope. Most higher demons were so. Their nature ever so fickle. Just as they found entertainment in the slightest, they could show their ruthlessness just as easy, and this demon before him seems to somewhat fit that bill. At least that was a good thing.
“That was the intention, but it feels like a suicide mission at this point” Trying hard to keep his mind empty, which was proving to be a rather difficult task, Anderson spoke to suit. He was trying to play to the ego of the demon before him, without showing fear.
“Smart boy. Tell you what, I’ll give you that chance but we won’t do it like how you wanted to, we’ll play a different game. Don’t worry, it will be fair…I think, but before all that…” Suit stretched open his palm towards Anderson. Anderson frowned at his words. The plans were derailing at a quick pace.
“That is not how things were supposed to go.” Anderson whispered to himself. It was almost inaudible, but suit smiled at him.
“Yeah, well I’m feeling improv. So…” He stretched out once more. His face, slowly morphing into a frown. Anderson was beginning to fear what would happen if he displeased this fickle demon too much. Although the trap had proved to do its work, he did not know what could happen. It was problematic, but he did not know enough to evade anything he did not know about. He only knew what he was well prepared for.
Anderson reached into his duffle bag once more and pulled out an old rolled up tattered scroll. He smiled wryly to himself as he looked at the scroll in his hands. Thinking to himself what a terrible idea it was, he tossed it to the trapped Suit and watched as it floated a few inches from him. With a snap from Suit, the scroll burst into bluish black flames and was reduced to nothing. Not even ashes.The scroll was a contract scroll and a high quality one at that. If the poles had done its work and held down whatever demon that showed up, Anderson had intended to use that scroll to forcibly enter a master-slave contract, with said demon, him being the master of course. The contract would have been a battle with his soul as his wager and the demon’s freedom and his/hers. When he won, the demon would forcibly have to reveal his true name in order to sign the contract. That was how the demon would be bound for all eternity to the holder of the contract. But now…
Anderson reached into his duffle bag once more and pulled out an old rolled up tattered scroll. He smiled wryly to himself as he looked at the scroll in his hands. Thinking to himself what a terrible idea it was, he tossed it to the trapped Suit and watched as it floated a few inches from him. With a snap from Suit, the scroll burst into bluish black flames and was reduced to nothing. Not even ashes.The scroll was a contract scroll and a high quality one at that. If the poles had done its work and held down whatever demon that showed up, Anderson had intended to use that scroll to forcibly enter a master-slave contract, with said demon, him being the master of course. The contract would have been a battle with his soul as his wager and the demon’s freedom and his/hers. When he won, the demon would forcibly have to reveal his true name in order to sign the contract. That was how the demon would be bound for all eternity to the holder of the contract. But now…
The conditions of the contract were simple enough. As long as he had the strength, the stories would continue until either one could no longer continue. Considering Suit was a supernatural being, he would obviously never get tired. That left him. It had suddenly turned into a game of attrition. For him, at least. ‘That means as long as I don’t break down from tiredness, I should be okay. Thankfully I brought enough supplies, rations and a tent to last me a while.’ Anderson thought and unconsciously patted his bag.Next, after the setting was provided, he would tell his stories, but he needed to survive. That part was difficult to understand. Did it mean he would be stopped from telling the story? Would he be hunted down? He tried hard to not think about the guns in his duffle bag so as to not give them away. He had to be ready for anything. The story was considered to be over when closure and or justice had been met by all involving chara
After who knew how long, Anderson finally woke up. He was face down in his vomit on the floor. Standing with some difficulty, he felt the same uncomfortable feeling of restriction. He looked around only to be greeted by the same white walls and white straight jacket. He blinked his eyes numerous times as if trying to get out of the illusion he was under, but he knew this was no illusion.Anderson gradually stood up from the floor, using the help of the bed and his chin. “Calm down Anderson. Calm down.” He comforted himself with deep breaths. No matter what, panicking would not help him now. Although he tried to reassure himself that, he could still feel his body trembling. There was no helping it. After all, one minute he was standing at a hot dirty crossroad, facing the demon with the gold eyes, the next minute he was here.Had everything been a dream? He had questions, but him being in his current situation would not provide him with any answers. He began
Anderson felt he sat in the same position for hours at most. He knew it couldn’t have reached a day, considering no one had walked in to bring him any food or water. Well, either that or they deliberately refused to feed him.“Have you finally calmed down, Mr. Anderson?” The woman spoke to Anderson with her British accent. The superiority in her tone was as evident as the frown on her face as she looked down at Anderson on the bed. Anderson slowly who looked up at her before slowly nodding at her. The frown disappeared from her face, replaced with a pleased smile. “Good. And can I trust you to not make any more trouble, Mr. Anderson?” She asked once more, waiting for her answer.‘What trouble?’ Anderson questioned in his head. He was feeling aggrieved, but did not dare show it, let alone speak it. He nodded once more at the woman, who nodded to herself, pleased. She looked behind her and signaled. Right then, one of the men tha
‘Soft hands’ Anderson looked down at the hand that had grabbed his wrist. Even he did not know why he felt that. He traced the hand along to the person it was connected to. Anderson was finally calm enough to have a proper look at the person that was dragging him. The dark head was a petite looking young woman who he believed might not have passed the thirty-age mark. She had a round and pretty face with slight bags under her eyes. The only way he found that out despite her dragging him, was because she occasionally glanced back in worry at him.After who knew how long, they arrived at what looked like a laundry. It was a room filled with about seven machines on each side of the room with four tables in the middle. There was a bald man folding a few sheets at one of the tables. The moment Anderson was dragged into the room, he saw the young lady with the dark hair nod to the bald man. Anderson saw him nod back before walking to the door. The bald man looked out di
The woman nodded pleased to herself. She slowly walked to her seat and sat down in front of Anderson and Anita. She smiled slightly at them and started to flip through the pages in the file in her hands. The room was silent except for the page flipping sounds that were echoing throughout the empty room. Anderson used the opportunity to properly observe the woman. She had on a blue blouse and a black knee length skirt. Over her attire was her white coat that had the edges touching the ground and a few pens at her left pocket. After having a good look at her, he finally saw something he had missed earlier. A name tag. ‘Xavier?’ That was what the tag read.“Okay.” Xavier closed her file and smiled at the two in front of her. That was, until she turned to look at Anderson. Her smile turned into a frow when she looked at Anderson. “We were making so much progress, Mr. Anderson. Your little theatrics cost us so much of your progress.” Xavier shoo
“I…killed her?” He whispered to himself and stared wide eyed at his hands. Anita who was by the side was gritting her teeth. She looked like she was in pain, although she looked like she was trying to not make it show, quite terribly at that. Xavier who stood by in front of Anderson, waved her hand towards the back. The two large men behind her had been inching closer ever since Anderson lost his cool. Xavier seeing Anderson make no more moved waved them off. They walked back to the door and stood on guard, hoping, praying that Anderson would make a stupid move.Anderson had been quietly staring at his hands, as if he was still having trouble believing what they had said he had done. Xavier walked closer to him, cautiously, and placed her hand on his shoulder. “That is why we are here, Anderson. To be honest, I took your case because I too have lost someone. I too, know how it feels to lose someone you care so deeply a…” Xavier spoke like