Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Damien enjoyed witnessing Macy's rollercoaster of emotion after her revealed himself. She handled the shock well, all things considered, but Damien knew she didn't truly grasp the enormity of the deal she had struck yet. Ahh, that sweet hubris she had was quite the shield. Even now, her pride was buffering her and turning what could be fear and dismay into an insolent and belligerent form of courage. She was still riding high on the turn of events, her sexy makeover, and the afterglow of her promotion. With her ambition stoked, ego stroked, and confidence surging, Macy was managing to shrug off Damien's news and somehow sweep it away as annoying and irrelevant! She even seemed to think he wasn't really her CEO given the brazen challenge in her posture as she stood before. It was actually hot seeing her like this, like an exotic flower that was mid-bloom, a powerful, vain and attractive woman on the rise. What a fall she would have. Damien rose from the desk and towered over her, using his height and larger body to emphasize his power and authority. He flipped through the papers in his hand, the first page being a copy of her handwritten wish with her large signature at the bottom. The rest was around forty pages of incredibly tiny print legalese that spelled out all the terms and conditions of their contract. Call me Damien, or Mr. Van Horne if you want to suck up to your new CEO. But never forget that I'm in charge, Damien said in a cold tone. Here's a copy of our contract, in case you want to review it. You didn't notice all the details in the Book of Wishes, but they were there in the back. I wouldn't bother reading it if I were you, there are no loopholes. My headquarters has the best lawyers as you can probably imagine, we have so many to choose from and they are quite good at making sure our contracts are devilishly binding. He studied her and stared deep into her eyes with his dark ones, enjoying seeing the flare of anger that still served to shield the underlying disquiet he could tell she was feeling. Then he loosened his black tie and unbuttoned his collar, reaching into his shirt to pull the amulet out. That plain, rectangular crystal on a simple leather string blazed with a shimmering, blue light from within. Her mortal soul. His fingers squeezed it slightly, knowing she would feel the sensation in her mind. Mortals told him the act felt like a constricting pressure, like something was squeezing their mind and heart, giving them a palpable sense of dread, fear and mortality that could make them sick in their gut. A feeling like they might be crushed into nothingness. It was a bit of a parlor trick, but it would demonstrate to her that he wasn't joking and she was in a lot of trouble. I already have your soul, you stupid bitch, Damien hissed at Macy, letting the deluded girl know with his tone and language that her attitude was very misplaced. What you don't realize, and is spelled out in the contract, is that my boss will get to claim it when I've finished our bargain and placed you on top of your industry. Oh, you'll get everything I promised, trust me on that, I'm here in person to see to that, but 5 years from now, when you turn 27, you will tragically die. That's right.... die. Don't worry, your legend will outlive you, but like a candle that burns too bright, your life will be blazing but short. It's a bargain others have made, Amy Winehouse as you saw, Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin to name a few you might know. So I hope achieving your dreams is still enough to have you give up your life. Damien let the shocking news set in. Confronted with her own mortality and the true cost of the contract, he doubted Macy would be able to keep her cool composure much longer. Oh, and then, after your tragic death, that's when the really hard part of your bargain begins. For once my people get your soul, it's an eternity of suffering for you in the depths of Hell. I try to avoid going back to headquarters myself, it's not a very fun place, continued Damien, his evil smile creeping back. Congratulations, though, as at least you'll have some fond memories of looking down on all your peers during your brief period at the pinnacle of your success. I know how you enjoy that. Now, do you still think this is all a joke? Perhaps you'd better start to show a little respect. Never forget that I'm your CEO and I also hold your soul in my hands. Even a person as vain, egotistical and shallow as yourself must realize that her soul is worth something, right? How do you feel about your deal now, Macy?