Devil's Contract

Saints Row Church, City of Outcasts

Date: 23, November, 0021

Time: 5:54 PM

Dark clouds loom over a small broken village; this is the town of Saints Row, named in honor of the newly built church. This village has declined in numbers with a small number of a.d.u.l.ts and an even smaller amount of children; the elderly not even making it past their 40's.

The village only knew of death and decay, all hope having vanished long ago. So when the church was built it provided new hope in the hearts of its people. They worshiped there every day, praying to the God the Priest brought in. They wanted to regain their footing in the world and would do anything to make that happen.

It was a joyous day after the church was built, and the priest was happy to give the town a name after his church. The God he prayed to, and hoped would be welcomed into the village, was Ishtar, the God of Wealth and Prosperity. This village grew fond and happy that the priest remained in the village and he was worshipped as if he were the God itself. They placed him on a high pedestal who could do no wrong; he even took in orphaned children once the sicknesses set in to further prove their faith in him. To this village, that man became their only reason for living, they would do whatever they needed to keep him thriving, even if what he demanded wasn't saintly at all.

Human beings are the worst. I hate every single one of them...

The room was filled with every single person from the village. Each revved up to see me die. Their eyes telling every emotion they felt. None of sadness or remorse. They looked upon me with anger, and hate. To me, I was the vile creature in human skin, an impure child who should have never existed.

I knew this, they've felt that way for as long as I could remember, they didn't need to tell me. They all wanted a reason to throw me away, to finally be rid of this impure being. It just so happened to be the priest, the person they put all their faith into, who decided my ending fate. They have no idea who this very person really, truly is and even if they did, they'd turn a blind eye with sweet words saying that he knew best. He was not a God, he was a vile human man with d.e.s.i.r.es just like the rest of us.

I watched as more and more people piled into the church fighting for seats.

They disgust me. I wish they would twist and turn in agony, wallow in their own pitiful state. Twist into the endlessness of despair, and I'll be their witness. I'll gladly watch them die by their own hands, forever sitting in regret for their actions. Of their foolishness in believing in a vile man who'd corrupt the innocent. For a man who praised Gods, he was the worst believer of them all. He didn't even believe in his so-called God, I should know. He told me, before doing all this. He faked a God; the poor, useless country people wouldn't know. They couldn't read, there was no communication, so it was easy. He just had to pretend.

A throat cleared as a man came to stand in front of me. The bile in my stomach was reacting hard and I wanted to cry out. I wanted to shout to the world what this person had done, what he was capable of. I wanted so much to rip apart these bindings and tear him to his knees, but I couldn't. It would be what he wanted, and prove to the other's just what I am. I was nothing in the end. Just a dark entity in this bleak world where all the unwanted lived. And soon I would be nothing more than an unwanted memory that would soon fade. The City of Outcasts was like that, someone dies and soon they are forgotten. Almost like they never existed in the first place. A really sad existence, don't you think? I don't remember anyone who's died before. It's like we had to forget.

"Now, you shall be purged from your impure life. You will go to live with our good lord, and one day will join back with the purity of human kindness. You, no longer need to live this wretched life, and in order to truly repent for your sins, you shall die by the hands of God's chosen children, and die a painful death, as to appease him." This person didn't deserve a name, he was more focused on killing those who were weaker than him. Yet, there were things he still wanted and so he wouldn't kill them until they outlived their usefulness. He was the bane of human existence, using and disposing of. Just like a consumer, but he consumed something viler then what you would usually consume. I was consumed by this monster, and in the end, will be disposed of by him so that no one will know what or who he had truly is. A monster in human skin.

I hated him.

It was easy. I had no family, no friends, no home, and my life was hanging by a thread, but it all changed when I met him. He offered something, and in return, I had to pay his price. It was no fair price either. It was a pleasurable price for him, but not for me. That was a fate worse than death, but in the end, I was given food, a home, and my life became bearable again.

A smile etched on his face each and every time he'd pick apart my existence. Eyes of l.u.s.t and an impulse to break anything he viewed as detestable. He never was kind, but I wanted to live. Live as only a human could, and the price was worth it. But now it all has changed. And here I kneel, in pain with chains binding my hands behind my back. I think my arms broke from the tightness. The pain having numbed long ago.

He spoke, but I tuned the words out. They didn't matter to me anymore. I just waited, ready to finally end this painful existence.

I couldn't speak out against this man worshipped by these people. They were blinded by his power; we were a lost cause out here dying by the day, so any skills he brought made everyone look in awe. They didn't want to lose that and looked past his terrible personality. He could literally kill a kid and they still worshipped him.

Humans' are horrible beings.

I raised my head a little. The audience all blurring together no longer the people I had once seen them as.

Shouts rang from the audience. I no longer felt the need to hear their voice, they became animals to me the moment I was sentenced to death by this bastard. Even I, who had given into a tempting life, couldn't really claim to be human anymore. Temptation had destroyed my entire being, and the mindset of the village I once called home. I didn't even want to return as a human being. I'd be glad just staying dead.

No, that's not true. I don't want to die, not before these bastards. I want to live and destroy this entire world. Remove all these sinners who've been corrupted by d.e.s.i.r.es. They don't deserve to leave any more than I do.

My hair was pulled forcing my head up to meet the eyes of the beast.

"Now, I send this devilish child back to you our grace, for he has fallen off your path and is in need of your guidance." His voice rang out, and his eyes shown with the l.u.s.t of many kinds. So, so many kinds that I've had a taste of, and so many more that I was lucky to never experience. I wanted to look away from his glaring eyes; I couldn't look away. Those eyes were that of danger and looking at them made me feel more corrupt. A chill ran up my spine.

Next, to his side, he held a sharp blade. It looked menacing and emitted an aura of darkness as if he'd used it against many others' before making his way to our little town.

He leaned in, his hot, bated breath spoke so closely, "Let the devil be released," his eyes turned cold. I watched as the large blade glinted in the dim lights of the church.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

"Make a contract with me," a voice came clear from the crowd and I opened my eyes to see a creature before me. I was no longer in the church, and my hands were no longer tied up. The creature stared up at me.

A…fox? No, there's nine tails, so it can't be a fox...but it looks like one...

My thoughts were interrupted.

"Make a contract with me and you will live," it said again as it etched closer to me.

I felt like this was my chance, that my prayers were answered. I could live.

"If that doesn't entice you, this contract will give you power. The power you seek to ravage these people who wronged you, my little black angel." It said, his voice quivering with excitement.

Power...to seek my revenge. All these people, no they were no longer people. they too were monsters. They would suffer and I would be their catalyst. I could purify this world, couldn't I?

"Contract with me..." the moment those words left my mouth an aura emitted from the creature as it jumped in front of me. My thoughts froze in place as I felt it's figure seep into my body. I felt a flicker of power surge through me waking an innate feeling I'd kept closed. The warmth I never felt, the energy I had lost, and the truth I had yearned for began to permeate through my being.

My focus returned to the church.

"Now, child of the unholy. You will lose your life here and one day shall be reborn as a saint filled being," he swung his weapon down.

I shut my eyes tightly.

Clank.

I opened my eyes again.

I was struck, but the blade had cracked upon the impact of my flesh.

I looked toward the gaping audience. Fear slowly creeping into their faces.

I felt this new power ignite inside me. My arms slowly ripping apart the chains keeping me in place.

"D...Demon child! Devil! B...Be gone you evil spirit!" the monster called me.

This sparked the audience to join the sudden insults. They chanted it as if it were an incantation to sever me from this world. That's what they hoped.

Their features began to morph into something inhuman. My eyes could finally see the truth. They were truly evil. They held no pure innocents.

My bindings slowly disintegrated. My eyes filled not with anger, but the sudden thought of revenge. I could finally get back at these impure beings for making me suffer.

I stood up and watched everyone's expressions changing and twisting. They finally realized they were no longer the ones in power, and they finally understood that.

"Contract complete, now you can do whatever you want with your new-found abilities," the same voice reverberated within me. I felt it's presence inside my own body before it leaped out. A sudden realization coming over me.

I was free. Free from what? My bindings, no, I was finally free from this village and its people. I could officially sever my ties with them all and end this miserable state it had become.

Anything I wanted, I wanted revenge. I don't want to die by the hands of these people, and they deserve every bit of punishment I send their way. They have no rights, they aren't even human anymore. So, that's fine, isn't it? It's justice that they deserve. It's my hand that will teach them their lessons, and they don't deserve an. Easy. Painless. Death.

"Mr. Priest, who has committed the real sins here?" I asked as I held up my finger as if it were a gun. His expression had twisted from his hate-filled eyes to something that was pure terror as a hole opened up in his forehead. It was as if I really shot a real gun at him. It gave me something thrilling within me like I could do anything and no one could stop me. I. Felt. Invincible.

I turned toward the crowding people. They were terrified and scrambling to the door. I wasn't going to let them escape from my wrath.

I walked in front of them, some did escape, but I wasn't going to let all of them. They were just little rats, and it was a matter of time before I found them again.

I let a throaty laugh escape and preformed my own judgment on each and every one of them. My fingers felt thick with the same surge I had with the priest, and I let each shock hit the people around me. They fell to the floor, one by one until none remained.

"Who, has sinned," I said with a chaotic and dark smile. They would never escape my gleeful and revenge filled l.u.s.t. No one would remain alive to tell the tale. I'd be their assassin, here and now.

In the midst of my revenge, the foxes voice touched my ears, and I pay very little attention to it.

"Turn your soul the darkest color child, and let me feast upon a glorious meal, one day, you will give me this gracious feast once you're done with your new life," the fox seemed to be thrilled, just as much as I, his contractor was.

"Die, die, die, die, everyone should just die," I squealed. Life would turn a deep crimson red, and I knew I wouldn't be able to turn back. I've gone so far, and an odd thing is, I don't want to turn back. I'll continue my rampage, onward to my new future. Creating a death-filled path behind me.

I left the chapel from which I'd committed a great crime.

"Now, I've no way to turn back," I smiled and walked away, not a stain upon my fragile childish body, "I'll definitely rid this world of the ultimate sin. I will not rest," I felt a giggle rise from within me and exit my lips. It was a thrill and a fear, but not once did I acknowledge what I'd actually done. I wouldn't allow my thoughts to go there, not just yet. I will pay for my own sins, in due time...