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

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Damien outright laughed at Macy's reply. He'd heard similar entreaties before, of course. Nearly every mortal had sincere regret once they realized what a monumental mistake they made. It was nice to hear it from Macy, however, given the high horse she'd been on only seconds before as she had basked in newfound power and success. How cheap the rewards and expensive the price must seem now. She was finally realizing there was more to life than her ambition, especially when fulfilling such ambition was going to end her life. She still had some fight left, mocking him one last time, before her sass faded as despair and fear set in. This contract is thousands of years old and has stood the test of time. Even the guys upstairs can't help you at this point, if they could be bothered to help such a vain and selfish mortal anyway. No, I'm afraid you've made your bed now. I explained the cost to you clearly, your hubris just made it so you didn't listen, replied Damien as he shook his head sadly. No, unfortunately the deal is binding on your side. At least you'll have 5 glorious years ahead of you. He let the poor girl stew and placed the contract on his desk. Softening his tone, he leaned against the dark wood of the desk and smiled at Macy as she slumped in the chair before him. She was showing a lot more skin without her cashmere coat and he eyed her exposed flesh and lithe, young body thoughtfully. Well, there may be one option. But I doubt you'd take it, based on what I know of you, you might very well prefer death, Damien said after the long pause. You see, lucky for you I've already hit my quota of souls for the century. These days my job is almost too easy and besides, souls are arriving downstairs at a record rate without any need for recruitment. His long fingers thrummed on the desk and a grin appeared on his face again, a devilish grin full of mischief as he knew the alternative he would pose to Macy would be horrifying to consider. I do have some leeway in the contract to release your soul and free you from the bond, as long as I feel like the sins that helped make you sign the deal have been atoned for. I need to show that you've been rehabilitated and appropriately punished for your flaws, do you understand? , Damien said, rising up and moving to stand over Macy. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned his face down, trapping her with his body and hovering his face above hers. In your case, that would mean your hubris. I'd have to humble you completely and crush out any trace of vanity, pride and ego. I'd reduce you to the kind of woman you hate most, the putain , the harlot, or the slut. You'd be the lowest of the low in your mind when I'm through with you, the shameless, office hussy that spreads her legs willingly to get ahead. Not worthy of looking down on even a common street whore without feeling guilty at what you've become. And if you do it, I'll let you be free and even make sure that your reputation is cleared and career still on track. Damien's black eyes looked into Macy's orbs searchingly and he brought one hand up to touch Macy's cheek, caressing it tenderly. The offer would have been unthinkable yesterday, even as the price to pay for fulfilling her greatest ambitions. How quickly perspective can change when your life and eternal soul was at stake. Now, this new proposal might sound to the desperate girl like having your cake and eating it too. But would this prideful little bitch be willing to swallow her ego and let herself become what she hated most? Would you do it, become such a woman, even if your life depended on it?