“Spades Slick~” A voice purrs out from the darkness. Three blue eyes peer out at the mentioned Carapacian, shiny white horns visible in the shadows.
“Abatheca.” Spades acknowledges his unexpected visitor. He’d summoned them recently, sure, but he wasn’t expecting another appearance. “Why are you here?”
“Can’t a demon visit their contractee every once in awhile?” There’s mischief on their eyes, and a sleazy tone in their voice. It’s clear that this isn’t the real reason.
“You never bothered to visit before.” Slick glares at the Void Demon. He’s not buying their bullshit. He doubts they were expecting him to.
Their eyes narrow, uncomfortably wide grin splitting across their face, perfectly white fangs standing out in the darkness. They extend a clawed hand towards the Carapacian. “You’ve paid more than your dues in blood. So I’ve decided to help you relearn control. You’ve been struggling with channeling my magic through your new.. alterations… haven’t you?”
“What do you want in exchange?” Training isn’t part of the pact, and he knows better than to blindly accept a favor from a Void Demon. He doesn’t have very much left to give, either.
“I want use of your home for the duration of your training.” At the Dersite’s incredulous look, they decide to clarify. “You see, I’m getting a bit bored, and playing around with mortals is always a fun way to pass the time~’
They lean in closer, raising their other hand to their mouth as if trying to share a secret. “I’m especially hoping to have a bit of fun with the gray ones.”
“And that’s all you want in exchange?” Slick double-checks. Only fools rush into deals with demons.
The demon’s grin widens. The smart ones are always fun. “That’s all. Nothing but use of your home, in exchange for helping you relearn shadow magic.”
He hesitates, looking the demon over, before taking their hand. Their respective pact marks glow impossibly black, becoming briefly visible against their black bodies. The marks burn painfully for these few moments as the deal binds itself to them.
And then everything returns to normal, and the demon makes themself comfortable on the Dersite’s couch, long tail falling over the edge. They peel off their black skull helmet, revealing their long fluffy mohawk, the same dark blue as the swirling marks in their black skin. They already knew he’d agree to such a favorable deal.
[Abatheca is temporarily available for asks]
