The Deal- The Contract

“So sex was good I presume?” It was 10 am in the morning and I had lied to my mother that I had class and group meeting in school. And here I was in Spinelle with a cup of hot chocolate.

“Why? Are you jealous? “ grinned Ravel as he sipped his latte.

“No why would I? You are demon, more importantly a male demon, sex is your fuel and I am sure you need to top it up regularly”. Ravel sipped his latte quietly and before I could blink I felt him so close to me, his breathe on my neck, tantalizing it in an erotic manner. He spoke in a very low voice,

“You know it would only take me seconds to have you screaming in ecstasy, a virgin like yourself cannot resist me in this form”

“Then what’s stopping you? Oh wait.. I forgot… my father will KILL You!!!” I shrieked at his ear. He laughed so loud that the owner wondered what had happened . I nodded to assure everything was alright and the next thing I knew he was sitting opposite me.

“ Firstly, unlike you humans I am not a sex drive maniac. Even demons have a conscious. I am a demon because I am power crazy and sex is the thing I am least interested in. That is why I have this form. I use my charm to get people to work for me and not just for the satisfaction of bodily pleasure “

I leaned back and challenged him. “So you are telling me you never had sex as a demon, you never once used your form to woo woman to bed?”

“ I already told you I am not a sex maniac and I have a conscious. We are not heartless monsters you know.” There was a tremor in his voice when he said that. He seemed kind of sad. He was saying it as if he had lost a lover. Oh my God, he had a lover! It was so obvious and I should have guessed it. Ravel had fallen in love and got himself hurt. How romantic! It was sweet. Then as if reading my mind, Ravel leaned forward and said, “Take your head out of the clouds”

I leaned back, “I was not day dreaming okay? And can you stop trying to intimidate me?”

“So you are intimidated by me?” he grinned again. I hated it when he does that. I looked away and sipped my chocolate which somewhat seemed to be sweeter than it was a minute ago.

“So, have you thought about the proposal Tara?” he changed the subject. I glanced back at him and broke into a cheeky smile .My fingers circling the mug which now held my half drank chocolate.

“What do you gain in this proposal?” continuing to circle my cup. He leaned back, his eyes not leaving me . He was trying to read what was going through my head but I had my thoughts guarded.

“Well, it buys me time to stay”

“ I don’t get it. Can you please explain?”

“It’s simple my dear. You see I have been assigned by your father to seek for you. Once I return you back to your father I would be given another assignment. I however have other plans and I would like to extend my stay here”

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just ask the devil for an extension?” I thought it was common sensical . But apparently the stare I got from Ravel said other wise.

“To be honest it is not that simple. Once I get back to HIM I would already have another task on standby and it would be difficult for me to stay…” I interrupted him

“So let me get this straight, you want me to make a deal with you to allow you to be my guardian angel so that you can stay here for a longer time?”He nodded.

I was confused. “ But then what happens to my guardian angel in that case? Wait do I have a guardian angel in the first place?” I started to ponder. I had no idea if I did have a guardian angel and if I have seen the angel before and if it was a spirit or a human being or some other creature.
Ravel interrupted my thoughts. “You guardian angel usually takes a form of a spirit but in certain circumstances he would take the form of a human. Do you remember your friend Mike who was your classmate?” I nodded. “Well he was your guardian angel”

I was stunned. “You mean Mike, the quiet boy, the one that hardly talks except to ask me for favors?” Ravel smiled. I could not believe it . That was my guardian angel. He sure was different from me. I had no idea. “ So let me get this straight , now you will take over his place? Has he agreed to it?”

“I managed to convince him and he had agreed.” Ravel cracked his knuckles and stretched. Once again I did not believe him but before I could open my mouth he propped a scroll onto the table and it unfold to display a contract written in gold and weirdly it was glowing . As my eyes scanned the contract I realized that my guardian angel whose real name was Yetichi (what a weird name) had signed me off to Ravel. I looked at Ravel. Could I trust this demon? I knew rationally I should not trust him but somewhere in my heart I wanted to.

“ Where is Yetichi? I want to see him” I demanded.

“You can’t, once he signed the contract he has to leave you. But he did leave something for you” and Ravel took out a golden leave and passed it to me. “Anytime you are in trouble you can call his name holding the leave and he would come back” I took the leave and magically it engraved itself in the skin of my left hand and it looked like a scar. It all seemed like a spell and I slowly caressed the scar.

“Now that you have admired the scar, could you please sign the contract” smirked Ravel. I read the contract thoroughly. It seemed straight forward and yet it was still a demon and there could be strings attached to the contract. I paused and stared at the contract once again.
Before I knew it, Ravel placed his hands on me and suddenly a surge of hot energy ran through me. It was hard to explain but the warmth was exhilarating. I looked at Ravel and he seemed to be caught in the same ecstasy. He seemed to be experiencing what I was feeling and it caught him unguarded. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “Trust me, I would never hurt you.” The words seem to be real and intimate and I knew he was telling the truth. I signed the contract and it rolled up and burnt and disappeared. His hands were still on mine and his eyes never moved.

“Hey is there something burning?” someone shouted. The spell was broken. Ravel took his hands off and my hands turned cold. He turned to face where the shouting came from. I looked at the table there was nothing there except for the two drinks we had ordered. No ashes, nothing. The storeowner went to the back of the stall.

Ravel turned back. “Okay that is done” and as if nothing happened he got up and said good bye and left the stall. I was still rooted to my seat. Ravel had showed no expression but I could see his hands were trembling as he left and he was a bit flushed. I wondered what was going through his head. He was so cold . I watched him crossed the road and then he disappeared. I slowly felt the blood rushing through my veins and I slowly got up. Boy, do I hate having pins and needles!

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