Blinded by a glimmer of false hope, I once sold myself to a devil. A wicked one at that and, he promised me the grandest of designs that could help one peer down the infinite well of knowledge. Its grandeur overshadowed my reasoning for months, the very thought of such a taste made my mouth froth every night. I needed it, how could I not?
It lay beyond my reach otherwise and once I've had one sip from that infinity, my mind expanded and reached into such depth of knowledge that I couldn't stop myself from drinking more.
A sip turned to a glass full, and a glass full to a jug, progressively it expanded further, and before long my once constrained abilities were on par with the greatest witches in the cosmos. But then I realized, the devil had offered me a fruit so sweet it had poisoned me for any other taste and ensnaring me with it, he made a despicable offer.
"Why not help me gather secrets and soul and I'll show you to the deepest depths of knowledge?" In return, he desired my body, not for something lecherous but for something far more sinister.
Like an addict to a drug, I did as he asked, even leaving my true self in the hells and wandering Atlaris for people's souls and vulnerabilities.
I offered them a cure in exchange for gold but more often than not in the process, I learned something that he could use to get more victims. A thousand souls it must've been when I travelled over to Athenia, and he'd consumed them all like a glutton and grown far stronger than he'd ever been.
My burden to feed him, however, seemed never-ending, that is until I found another way to pay him back and get back into my original body.
"You sold a devil your body?" Understandably confused, Raven furrowed his eyes while looking at me. His companions did the same, although I'd already shut them up so none of them dared to speak. "Not your soul but your body? How did you even convince a devil to do that and why did he agree?"
"Because he knew I could get him more souls this way," although reasonable, his questions were starting to bother me. "But that's not the point, I just wanna say that once I'm done taking the resources out of that cave, I want you and your party to come with me to this devil."
"Come where?" Amedith asked, glaring at me still.
"Well..." Lifting her gaze from my thighs, she kept staring at my chest for a moment. But then with a gulp, she lifted her eyes further and finally met my gaze. "You know why I'm here, your body...Just hand it over to my master and you will no longer be indebted to him."
"Is that another trick because he knows I'm gonna be paying him off soon? He's never demanded my body before, just the souls I bring him so why now?!" Clenching my fist, I was barely holding back on my rage.
Flashing a wide smile once more, the devil began walking around me in circles, a chuckle or two escaping her lips ever so often.
"Isn't it obvious?" Stopping in front of me again, her eyes squinted with a sharp glare. "He wants you as his servant forever."
"Get the fuck out..." I muttered, my head hanging low.
"What?!" A bit surprised by my quick response, her eyes widened all the way up.
"I already have a signed contract with him," lifting my head, I looked at her face again. "You're gonna be one of the very I'm gonna kill once I have my body back, so now...GET THE HELL OUT!"
With a flick of a finger, I conjured a wand. Enhancing my magic through it, I pointed to the devil's feet and opened a portal to hell right beneath her.
"Wa-wait! N-noooo!" Watching her fall through into the fiery pits of hell, I leaned back against a wall and sighed with relief.
'Just a few more days you bastard and I'll be done with you!' There was no way in hell I would give up so easily after coming so far!