Lets assume you've meet a representative of a certain force that is way too dark and powerful to appear in this world. The dark prince, the trickster that never lies.
The representative tells you he has something to offer. Something very interesting. So you decide to discuss it at local Starbucks.
He tells you that your relationship status is known to his master and he's here to help. The deal is simple: you will be given a girlfriend. A person who sold their soul to devil will be reincarnated into one. Succubi will make her master of seduction and you can pick any physical features you like, imps will craft any body you want. She will be forced to serve you in any way you desire, noone dares to break promise they made to Him. The salesman smirks. He knows this is exactly what you want.
You think that it is now the chance to change your life forever. How awesome it would be. Your mind draws pictures of you and her.
Suddenly your train of thought is interrupted. There are no gifts though, he says, after your death you will be forced to serve in the same role. Once.
The representative opens brown folder smiling.
You see a sheet of old paper in front of you. The bold Gothic font spells Agreement. You read it through. You think. You want it, but something is off, or maybe its just you feeling uneasy.
So would you dine a contract?
The representative tells you he has something to offer. Something very interesting. So you decide to discuss it at local Starbucks.
He tells you that your relationship status is known to his master and he's here to help. The deal is simple: you will be given a girlfriend. A person who sold their soul to devil will be reincarnated into one. Succubi will make her master of seduction and you can pick any physical features you like, imps will craft any body you want. She will be forced to serve you in any way you desire, noone dares to break promise they made to Him. The salesman smirks. He knows this is exactly what you want.
You think that it is now the chance to change your life forever. How awesome it would be. Your mind draws pictures of you and her.
Suddenly your train of thought is interrupted. There are no gifts though, he says, after your death you will be forced to serve in the same role. Once.
The representative opens brown folder smiling.
You see a sheet of old paper in front of you. The bold Gothic font spells Agreement. You read it through. You think. You want it, but something is off, or maybe its just you feeling uneasy.
So would you dine a contract?
