Shiranui listened to the girls story in silence, not even once attempting to interrupt her. Indeed it was true that the demoness had never asked to hear the girls story, and in a way... she found it almost ridicules how the girl was telling her all this. The reason as to why one made a contract didn't interest her one bit, as long as the contract was made and she would later have a soul to feed on. Yet even she found it rude to interrupt when a person found in themselves to open their heart, even if it was to a demon and under ridicules circumstances. Well, that, and Shiranui wasn't much of a speaker, either, so she certainly didn't mind remaining silent for as long as possible. Even better, the girls senseless rambling had put words in Shiranui's mouth. Words she could turn to her advantage.
"I want to live for three more years. Then, I will die happily. Such a thing is impossible though... Miracles and God don't exist..."
"Three years, without the suffering or pain of your illness is what you desire most?" Shiranui asked as she materialized right in front of the girl. She was wearing a a simple white kimono, matching her silver colored hair. She trained her gray blue, emotionless eyes on the sickly human, gently sliding her hand under her yaw before tilting her head up slightly. "Miracles don't exist, that is true. I will not speak for God, since I truly don't know the answer to the question myself. Yet this is a wish I am capable of granting you," she paused for a moment, gently tracing her thin and elegant finger across the girl's pale cheek, "... if you are willing to sacrifice your soul in exchange. Perhaps a meager prize to pay, when in the face of death..." her voice had become nothing more but a gentle whisper by the time she finished her proposal, as opposed to the completely emotionless tone in her voice just moments ago.
"This sort of experience is arguably more dramatic than breathing your last in an alleyway surrounded by empty bottles and with a stray cat for company, but very well...I am offering you the chance to fulfill your deepest desire, child."
Offering me the chance to fulfill my deepest desire? Dominic thought bitterly to himself, suppressing a laugh, How old does this con-artist think I am? It's not like you can wave a wand and suddenly everything you wish for comes true. It was a long time ago when I wished for a fairy godmother to find me and grant me a wish. Really long time ago. Besides, what right did he have to comment my decision to leave this world, no matter how pitiful the situation might seem? This guy is seriously pissing me off. Dominic's yaw tightened as he glared into the darkness; obviously his temper had been fired up by the demons words.
"Shut up!" the red haired teenager suddenly snapped, his voice laced with irritation, "If clichéd bullishit probably copied from some fancy novel or bad movie is all you have to say, then stop wasting my time and leave me alone. I-I... for all I know you could either be some sort of creep trying to trick me into something," it certainly wouldn't have been the first time, "or even worse, a hallucination..." he trailed off, rubbing his arm in thought for a moment. If this truly was just an hallucination, then perhaps he didn't have anything to lose. Hopefully it would go away soon, after all... but what if it was not? Or what if it actually wasn't a con-man- contrary to what Dominic believed? What if this strange voice in the darkness actually was speaking the truth? What if this was the chance he had been waiting for so long? Wasn't it worth taking a risk, if it could possibly end his pain? Worse than this it couldn't really get, after all... or so he was determined to believe.
Dominic decided to hear him out. It most likely wouldn't hurt, since he didn't know how to get rid of this voice in his head either way. Voice in my head? Man, it really does sound like I've lost it...
"The offer I am making you would bind me into your service, to obey you unconditionally until the day your wish has been achieved. After that I will have to take my payment, but...I believe this path would still be preferable to you compared to dying a nameless death as trash once I resume your time. So, what say you? Unless this has once again been too complicated for you to understand...shall we make a contract? As for the price for my loyalty...I suggest you do not worry about it. It cannot be taken until you are dead, after all"
Bind himself to my service? That could actually be quite entertaining, Dominic thought to himself, the scowl from before like washed away as a hint of a smile tugged the corners of his lips and amusement sparked in his eyes. He instantly tried to restrain himself again, however, and forced his expression to remain serious. It was hard, though... when Dominic really wasn't capable of taking this whole situation particularly seriously.
Dominic didn't know what it was he truly desired. At the time, all he wanted was to escape this evil circle he had been living for so long. Yet he knew, that in the long run it wouldn't be what he would want. Perhaps what he truly wished for was to be loved and appreciated by someone- no longer to be alone. Yet this he wasn't really aware of himself, and even if he were, it would not be something he'd voice- be it to a fragment of his imagination or an unbelievably skilled conman. Then again, what did he have to lose? If whatever the weirdo wanted of him couldn't be taken until after his death, he would never know about it and probably never miss it. That it was Dominic's soul Belial was hinting at, didn't cross the redheaded youths mind even once.
His expression hardened slightly, a new look of determination burning in his jade eyes. "If you want me to make a contract with you, show yourself. Trusting a hallucination is just as bad as trusting a wacko stranger... but at least I'll know I haven't snapped yet."