Thread: The good, the bad, and the just plain evil (Ivory11 x Yoshie)

He listened to her proposition, his fists clenched as she spoke, how dare she? the deal was simple, both he and Darren sign a contract to her, they would hunt the undead in her name and in return she would take their souls and keep them safe, to be returned at the time of their final death... how were they tainted!? because they both did stupid sinful things before the contract!? like what? jacking off? smoking some pot? their actions after the contract was signed wasn't meant to effect their souls, she was meant to keep them safe! so when they die they'll get into heaven! His hands clenched into fists as she sucked up the soul of the dead vampire, he didn't give a rat's ass about if it was male or female what happened to our souls then?... how were they tainted? you were meant to look after them! Needless to say, he was furious. the ran began to ease up a little as he continued pacing back and forth in front of Winry so... what? you want me to find some chick, fuck her, and hope she has a son so you can take his soul? that's cold Winry, even for you... what, you gonna sell him to Lu? Lucifer bet he'd pay a high price for a completely innocent soul to torment, never letting it know why it's being tortured? or perhaps just keep him as a little pet for yourself? a little slave to scrub your feet while you do the paperwork, that it?... or just something to fill that bottomless pit you call a stomach? he had seen horrible things happen to souls in his line of work over these past 7 years of being Winry's attack dog, he had seen innocent souls sucked to hell, nothing more than the equivilent to a nickel in the eyes of the higher beings as they called themselves, or those high-and-mighty cunts as he would call them. He finally stopped pacing, standing to face Winry, the body of the burned vampire in between them ... I want a guarantee Winry, a new contract... you bring Darren back and release his soul, AFTER cleaning it, and I want a guarantee that you won't mistreat my son's soul in any way, make him your protoge' if you want, or your servant, or raise that soul as your own, I want a contract that'll say you won't sell it to Lu, any of his buddies, or anyone else who would mistreat it, show me that contract, and I'll sign it, I'll do whatever you want, call you mistress, lick your feet, kill who you want, serve however you want, and I guess I'll start working on getting a son he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a semi-sharpened pencil, ready to sign the contract he wants and... I want the new contract to say that by us both signing it, renders our previous contract invalid He knew how this game was played, the higher powers loved their dirty deals and contracts, they thought it made them so fucking clever oh you thought you were getting a good deal? syke! stupid moral! honestly in the past they'd just come to earth, raise a few dead, throw a few fireballs, part an ocean or two and the humans would bow by the millions, but now they liked to pretend to be some secret society but on the bright side at least, humans could play this game as well, reading through the contracts, finding loopholes, perhaps these higher powers just liked a somewhat level playing field, meaning they'd have to outwit the humans rather than just using their power to wipe out thousands to make millions bow.