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I Command Thee

I Command Thee

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Introduction

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Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Pride; they are all sins which dwell within the heart of each individual human. They whisper to us, they reach for us, they try to tempt us with the sweetest of words, with promises of a brighter tomorrow and a wealthier future. They lure us down the road of depravity, and by fulfilling our wishes, let us end in tragedy.
Constantly lurking in the shadows, they await their pray.
Bind themselves to us with contracts, and in the end with our sullied soul we pay.

Will you give in to the temptation?


Introduction


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I'm ready, you think as you stand on the rooftop and gaze down at the world spreading out beneath you, I'm ready. I have nowhere to belong, nowhere to go back to... this is the only option for me. This is the only thing I can still do, the only thing I still have control of... you clench your fist as you take one step closer to the edge, your hands shaking.

I have to do this. I will...

You take another step closer towards the edge, towards the end. You can feel the adrenalin pump through your body as you gaze down at the tiny cars flitting by along the street beneath, and the even tinier humans moving across the sidewalk, illuminated by the small city lights. Who needs them anyway? And who needs you, God? Damn this all. Damn my life. Damn everything. I give up. I don't want to live through this hell anymore. I don't want to... You draw a deep breath, a gentle breeze caressing your cheek before you do it. Clenching your eyes shut, you lift your foot over the edge, quickly letting the other follow. And so, you throw yourself into the air, into the night, into the fall which could end in only one possible way.
Or so you thought.
You expected to fall, and yet you didn't. Puzzled, you carefully open your eyes and glance around. Where before the beautiful scenery of the city was just moments ago, is now but a pitch black and endless darkness, spreading out in every direction of you. There is nothing. Truly nothing but you. At least until a voice speaks to you.

"Human, is this truly what you want? Is it truly your wish to die?"


You glance around frantically for the source of the silky, alluring voice echoing through the darkness, yet find nothing.

"Is it?" the voice repeats, this time seeming to come from another direction.

You gulp, trying to gather your thoughts as you think the question over carefully. Finally you need, saying in a shaky voice. "Yes, yes... I want to die. Let me die, I want to die..."

"Truly?X If I were to tell you, my little human.. that you had one wish- one wish which you could spend on anything. Anything at all... would you still have the desire to depart from the world of the living just yet?"

Taken aback by this question, you yet again take a moment to think over your answer. Do I truly wish to die? You ask yourself, If only I could...

"If only you could?"
the voice repeats your thought, a hint of amusement in it, "voice your wish and it shall be granted. It doesn't matter what it is, I shall make whatever your deepest desire is come true..."

You frown. "And what will I have to give in exchange?" you ask, knowing there has to be some sort of trick to it all. There has to be. There is always one, after all.

The voice chuckles softly and you can feel the hairs rise on your neck. This time it sounds as though it's right by your ear, whispering into it. "Your soul... I desire nougat but your soul in exchange for your service. You will die either way, but in exchange for your soul you may at least live happily for a while... what do you say? Isn't it a fair deal?"

You gulp. "M-my soul?" you ask, sounding horrified.

"Indeed... it is a fair price to pay, don't you think? For happiness?" asks the voice softly.

"I-I.." you never get the chance to say whatever you are about to, because the voice interrupts you, having totally changed from just moments ago. Now it sounds even almost hostile.

"It is either that or this fate awaits you!"

Within the blink of an eye the darkness around you disappears and you are yet again falling. Falling, quickly, with the street coming closer by each passing second. Your heart races with anxiety. You hadn't expected this. You weren't ready. A-and... and I don't really think...I don't really think I want to die.

I don't want to die...


Tears start rolling down your cheek and you know that in just a moment, you'll be dead. You'll be gone. You don't want to anymore, but your chance to escape death has already slipped away. You'll die. You'll die for sure... you hold your breath and start to count.

1...2...3...

Just as you should have made impact with the sidewalk, everything around you turns black again.

"Human, do you truly desire to depart from this world already? I will only need to resume time, and your wish will be complete..."

"I don't want to die," you whisper, more tears spilling onto your cheek, "please, don't let me die..."

"Good little human. What do you say, why don't we make a contract?"

"A contract?"

"What is it you truly desire?"

"Desire? I...my wish... my wish is..."



Master and Servant


Humans

A human a is exactly what you and I (most likely) are. They are living being who are incapable of possessing supernatural abilities. However, they are able to form a Faustian Contract with a demon, whereas the latter fulfills their wish and in return, humans sacrifice their souls for consumption. Once the contract had been made, the human bears a mark somewhere on their body (this could either be decided by the human if the demon lets him, or by the demon alone. It all depends on what the induvidual demon decides). In a sense, the contract is viewed as a 'scar' the demon leaves so he will not lose the person he has contracted with. However if the wish is not yet fulfilled, the usual practice for the demons is to serve under the human for as long as it takes. No matter where, the contract has the authoritative power, and the demon is able to detect where the human is.
Despite having no supernatural abilities, humans have exceptionally developed brains which enable them of abstract reasoning, language, problem solving, and introspection (i.e. self-observation of one's own thoughts, feelings, or 'souls' in spiritual cases). The distinguishing features that define them as a 'person' are the high-leveled thought processes such as self-awareness, exercise of reasoning (i.e. rationality), and wisdom.

Demons


A demon is a supernatural being who occasionally comes to the human world to form a Faustian contract with a human, offering a range of services in return for the future consumption of the individual's soul. Demons seem to exist for the sole purpose of consuming human souls.
There are two aesthetics of demons: one, their masters' orders are absolute and two, obey those orders while keeping their contracts. These two aesthetics are the reason for most demons' actions. There is no faith or loyalty that prompts them to act otherwise. However, demons are highly afraid of breaking their aesthetics, this being why they value their masters' lives above their own.
A contracted person receives a mark of their contract somewhere on his or her body, with a corresponding mark appearing simultaneously on the demon. The location of the mark can be chosen by the person who wishes to make a contract, or it can be the choice of the demon. The more visible the location of the seal is, the stronger it is. In order to create the contract, a human has to summon a demon. However, it seems that they do not need to be aware of the existence of demons, attempt to summon a specific demon, or even summon one intentionally. As it may be, a human needs to a lack faith in God, and needs to be desperately searching for a way out. All the same, the human still has the option to go through and create the contract, or dismiss the demon. Demons contract on their own behalf, and there is no suggestion that they serve any supreme devil/demon.



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"Shock, noun, defined as a sudden upsetting or surprising event or experience." The words left Xerxes' mouth in a montonous tone, while his expression betrayed nothing but a fake sense of apathy, after the male had caught him. The situation was illogical, improbable, and his arm really hurt. It's comical, really, how the human mind tends to focus on simple things in times of confusion. It seemed obvious enough that his hand would hurt, considering the fact that he had been falling at an extremely quick speed. He did however, not get the chance to completely ignore the situation as he had been intending to do.

The person who had 'saved' him was speaking. He looked down, immediately regretted doing so, then focused his attention back on the person carrying him. It seemed impossible, the idea that someone could nonchalantly carry 184lbs with their hand(s). "I've been sent to help," The male said something that was highly improbable. It made the word 'lie' pop into Xerxes' mind, but he didn't see any signs of the male having lied. "catching you is no accident." Kage, not that Xerxes yet knew his name, at the very least was 'nice' enough to dismiss any ideas of this having been a coincidence. That didn't however, help much. All Xerxes could do, at that moment, was memorize his immediate situation. "I have an offer for you - anything beyond your wildest dreams, whatever you desire most. It's yours." This statement, the most illogical one Xerxes had heard yet, was funny. Funny.

Xerxes was, without restraint, about to laugh, but Kage's next statement caused a slight panic. "The alternative of course, I could let you continue what was interrupted." Cold, the voice was cold, as were the eyes. "It's a small price to pay for what's being given.. All you have to do is agree." Kage didn't give, in Xerxes' opinion, him much of a choice. It was either die or get his greatest desire. As such, his answer was simple.

"You must think me an idiot." Xerxes was nervous, so very nervous, but his voice didn't betray so. "What's to say you won't kill me after I agree? There are so many problems with this," He winced, the pain in his arm was starting to become more pronounced due to his initial shock going away, "I want to know the terms, the price, and the limits of what I can ask for. Can I ask to become a god, to make people bow to my every command, to know all there is to know, or are there conditions?" Xerxes, at the very least, was not an idiot. He didn't havea reason for believing the person in front of him, but he wasn't stupid enough to not play along. No, he would play along. He was however, trying to think of a way to get away from what he assumed to be a madman. "Answer my questions, and I shall decide whether or not death is a good enough alternative." Xerxes was, obviously enough, scared. He was scared, but he wasn't the sort of person to cower in fear when scared. He could be killed any second now, and he didn't want that, but he had to think of a way out of his situation.

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Quietly he stood by the reading table, looking down at the text of a book as he stood and adjusting his suit vest that he wore under his school uniform jacket. He wore it so that it would hold everything together much better and it always kept him standing more straight. But no matter how hard he tried, his bangs would never slit back along with the rest of his hair, so he learned to just work with it. That morning he woke up a little too early, so he was stuck reading the Olivie, he was nearly done with when Kuroneko reminded him what time it had turned into. He always did find the book a bit ridiculous and a drag to carry around, but it was something his friend admired, so he accepted it and read it from time to time, even though he knew the book from front to back and side to side. The book even had the smell of old leather, it was kind of nice.

Moow Kuro started to roll around the bed, getting impatient and grumpily walked over to Dromicel and jumping onto his shoulder.

Good morning Mister Grumpy-gills." Dromicel chuckled, rubbing his finger under the cat's chin. The cat was the size of a kitten, he wasn't sure if it was one or just a runt.

Taking Kuroneko off his shoulder, he placed him down in Marchosias's sleeping arms. He was never good with pets, guess you can consider this to be a flaw of his. Even though they loved him and always seemed to enjoy his company, he never could know what to do with them, he would always seem to make it awkward. Kuroneko, Camille's cat, was one animal that loved Dromicel. He always found his way to be near him or sit on his shoulders. Everytime he would sense Dromicel near by he would head towards him with no problem at all.

Brushing his shoulder off as he walked over to the mini fridge pulling out some water and placing it on the nightstand near the beds. Oh yes, they were considered roommates now at the school dorms. It was a good place and unexpected for them.


"Camille.." Dromicel whispered inside his friends ear. "Wake up or I'll have to kiss you." Pushing Camille's hair back out of his face, Dromicel pulled his cheeks, chuckling. "Feed your animal, it keeps whining."

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"I shall consider it my duty to grant your wish with all the power of my being, little master. Now...Am I allowed to inquire as to your name? And there is also the matter of where you wish the seal of our contract to be placed upon your body..."

Dominic relaxed slightly as the demon moved away and straightened up, gazing up at him wearily when he was asked about his name. Well, if he had now already agreed to enter a contract with the slightly creepy, somewhat annoying man, then he might as well tell him his name. The former seemed to be more idiotic than the other, now when he thought about it, so the latter probably wouldn't matter. Or at least, so he hoped. He couldn't help but feel that something here was amiss, even if he couldn't put his fingers on what.

"My name's Dominic Rintarou..." he said wearily, still finding this man to be really strange. How in the world would he be able to grant him this wish? It sounded so silly, he had to keep himself from laughing cynically. Yet he couldn't help but somehow believe him either. Maybe it was something about the air of... mysticisms and power that the man emitted, or maybe it was just the fact that Dominic was at his wits end... he didn't know. He honestly didn't know what made him agree to this at all. "Just-"

"The neck or behind the ear is a common spot..."

Dominic was never able to finish whatever he had been about to say, since Belial moved closer to him again and gently brushed his hand against his cheek. The touch had been tender, barely even touching him... and yet it sent shivers down the teenage boys spine. It wasn't necessarily a bad sort of shiver- though it did freak him out slightly. W-would he please stop invading my personal space?! Damn creep! Dominic thought to himself, his yaw tightening slightly as he glared at Belial.

"Although it seems your hair lacks the length necessary to conceal it. Another area it may be easy to conceal -depending on how often you expose yourself and your manner of dress- would be perhaps near your hip bone-"


Dominic's glare became sharper and he considered pushing the man away, though at second thought he realized he probably had little chance of managing to do so. Even if the pink haired loon looked rather slender, Dominic wasn't really the strong sort of person. Honestly, he looked pretty meek. Indeed it was true that he could defend himself if he absolutely had to- at least most of the time, but he definitely wasn't good in direct combat.

"-but if you don't mind it being seen by others then something simple such as below one of your collarbones would also suffice..."

"W-would you please stop acting like some sort of perverted creep? I d-don't appreciate having my personal space invaded..." the redhead said coldly, starting to sound and look somewhat impatient, "As for the mark, does it really matter where you put it? Just put it wherever!"

(I'll start working on the rest of the replies now. ^^)

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(Posting from my ipod so sorry if it's bad >.< )
Belial waited calmly for his new master to reply, briefly wondering if the boy was fully aware of the extremity of the situation. Did he really believe he had simply entered a normal contract with a regular, if somewhat shady human? Obviously he didn't realise the price was to be his soul, but after hearing that whatever Belial wanted from him could not be taken until after he was dead the boy seemed to lose all interest in the demon's payment. Perhaps the boy simply hadn't thought to ask or perhaps he truly didn't care, Belial just hoped he wouldn't get too much of a shock if he learned the truth at a later date.

"Dominic Rintarou…and do I have permission to call you by your name, little master? Or would you prefer some sort of title? Ah, whilst we are on the subject of names, I will respond to anything you choose to designate me with…" Belial paused, sincerely hoping the brat would have the decency to give him an actual name. He had, in the past, dealt with snobbish contractors who felt it necessary to address him in some derogatory manner and treat him more like a slave or a pet hound than an extremely powerful being gracious enough to grant them their desires.

After the boy's reaction and sudden anger to being touched Belial obediently stepped away from him, tilting his head innocently. He hadn't expected his new master to be so displeased…and he certainly didn't appreciate the insults he was receiving for it. Humans were such odd creatures…still, if happiness was one of his desires then it wouldn't do to make his new master angry. "My sincerest apologies, little master…I was merely attempting to assess the situation. I will, as you phrased it, 'put it wherever' but I hope you understand I will have to touch you again to do so…" As Belial spoke he stepped towards Dominic again, gently pulling the collar of the youth's shirt down slightly to expose his left collarbone. The demon then sank his nails into the skin beneath it, pressing hard enough that blood was drawn although instead of simply dripping down the youth's torso the drops slowly began to form the demon's seal, burning the mark into Doninic's skin.

As soon as the seal had been formed the darkness melted away, revealing the alley around Dominic looking exactly the same as it had done before although his wounds were now gone and Belial was standing in front of him, now dressed in casual clothing and smiling calmly at the teenage boy in front of him.

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"Very well... I'll give you your name. From now on you are Setsumi Hideaki."

Shiranui gave a slight nod of her head, her expression remaining unchanged. She had carried many names in the past, and truly, did not care what it was her masters called her. Some masters had found it in their amusement to give her humiliating and embarrassing names, others had taken the naming seriously. Yet another had given her the first name they could think of. Either way, Shiranui didn't mind. She never had before, and she probably never would. As long as she could keep her true name to herself and herself only, the demoness was content.

She waited patiently for her mistress to speak, still remaining completely silent and mostly unmoving. Her eyes she kept trained on her mistress, meeting her somewhat cold gaze with one devoid of emotion, yet silent she remained.

"Setsumi, before my life without illness begins, I'd like to know the terms of this contract. How far can I order you around? Will you do absolutely anything I say? If not, address any limits here and now so I won't forget."

No demon would be stupid enough to voice what it was the masters had to think of themselves. Not any demon in their right mind and not Shiranui either. "... I am completely at your service, yet what that means in itself is completely up to you. It is you who must voice the terms of this contract, not I. All that stands certain for now is that when the contract ends in three years, your soul will be mine to consume." she replied blankly.

Setsuna had to admit that she was slightly surprised by the girls change in attitude, though she did not let this show either. Perhaps... this would become more interesting than she had initially thought. Well, one could always hope, no?

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"Camille.."

Marchosias was comfortably snuggled in his covers, the only parts of his body peaking out being his left foot and the tousled chunk of red attached to his scalp, also called hair. He was usually quite the early riser and would often be up long before even Domicel. Yesterday, however, he had been up usually late, thus leading to his sleeping in today. Well, it probably didn't matter too much, considering it was weekend now and he could perhaps effort to slack off...a little.

The only sign of life Marcho showed when his last name was called was a soft groan before he pulled himself further under the cover, trying to obscure himself completely from Domicel's view. If he was doing it consciously was unclear, though he certainly did seem to be fast asleep. That is, until Domicel pushed away the covers from Marcho's head and whispered into his ear.

"Wake up or I'll have to kiss you."

Marcho's eyes snapped open and he shoot up into a sitting position, instantly moving a few inches away from the taller male. "D-don't say something so i-indecent, mister Domicel!" he stuttered out, his accent heavily influenced by his native language; French. His cheeks flashed bright red for a moment as he glanced down half nervously before yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly. His cheeks felt weird... almost as though someone had pulled them. While rubbing them thoughtfully, he watched Kuroneko climb onto his lap and look at him expectantly.

"Feed your animal, it keeps whining."


"I will, I will..." Marcho said, waving his hand dismissively as he gently scratched the kitten behind her ear. The redheaded student had found Kuroneko in a gutter not too long ago, and taking pity on her, he had decided to take her home. Ever since the kitten had remained with him and Dromicel (more or less in secret, since animals weren't allowed at the dorms). The name Marcho had given her came from a typical Marcho chain of thought- she's a black cat and I found her in Japan; I'll name her Kuroneko. Perhaps it was pretty unimaginative, but Marcho liked it.

He picked her up and then walked over to his dresser, where he also kept her food. Taking it out, Marcho placed her down on the floor before getting her bowl. Yawning again, he filled it for her. "There you go, Kuroneko!" he said with a wide grin as he watched the kitten eat. "Awwww... so cute," he mumbled, his eyes sparkling.

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Akane felt a small smile creep up on her face. That answer had pleased her greatly. She was granted this power and was only limited by how far she was willing to go. The very thought made her excited. With the plans that she had in her mind, she would need her parents out of the way. And she was determined to make their lives hell.

"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

Akane stared at Setsuna. If Akane's mind wasn't pre-occupied with revenge, she would've gone out of her way to say that she would probably view Setsuna as a friend in different circumstances. However, she was burned too badly by the world around her and the only thing getting in the way of three years of happiness was the potential problem of her parents. She refused to let her mind wander from the path of revenge and only when that revenge was satiated would she be free to happily live out her life.

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Naoto woke up slowly from a good night's sleep. She stood up and stretched, getting dressed before making her way for breakfast. Naoto lived alone in an apartment but she was okay with it. Turning on the TV, she mindlessly watched the news, wondering how Marcho and Domicel were doing.

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"Dominic Rintarou…and do I have permission to call you by your name, little master? Or would you prefer some sort of title? Ah, whilst we are on the subject of names, I will respond to anything you choose to designate me with…"

Dominic gazed at the shady demon wearily for a moment before sighing. "Dominic is fine, just stop calling me 'little master'. It's annoying as hell." The redhead was aware that he was average of length for a boy his age, yet often felt smaller than the people around him. Perhaps he had some sort of inferiority complex, though if that was the case he certainly wasn't aware of it. All he knew was that he disliked being called short or small. Hadn't he been so tired at that point, his reaction would probably have been stronger.

As for naming the pink haired punk, Dominic had no idea what to say. He was too tired to simply think up a name, and though someone like 'servant' or 'moron' would do, he didn't really thought it to be fair to call anyone as such. Therefor, he needed time to think and decided to simply... avoid answering the demons request.

"My sincerest apologies, little master…I was merely attempting to assess the situation. I will, as you phrased it, 'put it wherever' but I hope you understand I will have to touch you again to do so…"

And now this with little master again! Dominic thought, clearly annoyed, as he watched the demons actions. When Belial told him he would need to touch Dominic again, the redhead remained silent, simply waiting for him to do so. Belial stepped closer to Dominic, but the redhead made no attempt of moving out of his way. Instead he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, though soon opened one of them to peer at Belial. He was curious about how this 'seal' was going to be placed. Would he just take out a marker of his pocket and draw it on him or something? Either way it sounded incredibly silly.

The redheaded teenager's eyes widened as he felt pain radiating from where the demon dug his sharp nails into his skin. He bit his lip to prevent a small gasp of pain and surprise from escaping him, far from aware what was to come. First, Dominic felt nothing. As the seal had formed on his skin and started burning itself into it, a pain dwarfing anything he had ever felt before surged through him. It didn't just feel like his skin was being scorched. In lack of better words to explain, it felt like part of his soul was being forcefully torn from the res. The pain was intense enough to bring him to tears, though he managed to hold back a scream. Once the mark was in place, the pain ebbed away and Dominic felt dizzy.

Had this truly been a good idea? This he wondered as the darkness melted away and he was once again in the alley, this time accompanied by the demon. At the end of the dark cramped alley a few trees were visible, their yellow leaves swaying in the wind before slowly, one after the other, being plucked from their twig, only to later scatter onto the ground.

"Akimitsu... that's what I'm naming you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Then Dominic set his jade green eyes on the Demon, smiling weakly. "And now I want to go home..." he yawned and rubbed his eye, "I'm exhausted..."

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Belial nodded, committing the boy's name to memory and neglecting to point out that 'little' -rather than a mockery of the boy's stature- was simply a comment on how young he appeared to be. The demon had no qualms about contracting with children but always found it slightly curious when he did, wondering just what they may have gone through in order to feel such a sense of desperation they would sell their souls. Well, not that they always realised that was what they were doing. Dominic seemed to be a good example of that.

He waited a moment but when no answering name was forthcoming he merely proceeded, assuming the boy was perhaps taking his time and not simply choosing the first insult he could think of. This was a slight relief, as it suggested that despite the boy's foul mouth and temper he did possess a brain and slightly more depth to him than it would appear. Belial supposed his wish was also reminiscent of that, since he could have chosen something simple and typical; money, power, women, something along those lines. Although...given Dominic's reactions to Belial's appearance and to being touched by him, it didn't seem entirely impossible that his interests lay with something other than females.

Throughout the boy's anguish as the seal was placed the demon remained calm, watching silently. There was little sense in trying to comfort something he had inflicted on his new master, and it would be over soon enough. Every contractee who had associated with him or any other demon had gone through a similar pain and survived, and it was a necessary formal symbol of the contract. Indeed, Belial had become so used to the scorching sensation that accompanied the sensation of a corresponding mark on his own skin that his face showed little change whilst the boy writhed.

As the pain ebbed and the alley came once more into view Belial gazed down at the fairly vulnerable-looking boy in the alleyway, nodding once to show his acceptance of the name. Akimitsu...he had certainly been called worse, and as names go he supposed it was fairly appealing. "As you wish, Dominic..." He smiled, crouching down and carefully lifting the teenage boy in his arms -simply assuming that was what he had meant when he expressed his exhaustion and desire to return home. "Although I am afraid I may need directions to your place of dwelling..."

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Kanami shivered a little as the woman-demon-shinigami thing took her hands after clearing the table in one fell swoop. She would have expected the plates and cups and saucers to smash, but they seemed to almost fall through the floor and vanish. How strange this dimension was. If this even WAS a dimension at all.

The woman with pink hair explained to her what she needed to do, but before she could even open her mouth to utter a word, she felt her hands being dropped, and watched as she took off her gloves and revealed a pretty rose bud. Kanami felt intrigued, as if the rose bud just utterly captured her attention. She hardly listened to her next words, but she tore her gaze away from the bud on her hand, and, trembling slightly, offered her hands once again. This was dark, dark magic, stopping the blood loss and further, keeping her heart beating, but it was worth it. It would be worth it.

"M-My name is Kanami Ohmiya and I wish for a loving family." She uttered the words slowly, trying not to stumble over her words. She closed her eyes, keeping them closed for a moment, before opening them and asking for the bud to be placed on her collarbone. Well, now it would be done... She'd just signed away her own soul.

She hoped it wouldn't hurt all that much.

But it was done now... She could get away from here. She could meet somebody, maybe even have a family for a little while. And then she would die, and she would exist somewhere that wasn't Heaven or Hell. Probably. She'd noticed that the lady with pink hair hadn't answered her question earlier, and she'd gone ahead with it anyway, which was probably a bit stupid of her to do. But now... Now it was done. She closed her eyes and waited for her to place the seal, and then.... Maybe her own little piece of happiness since her mother died.

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Suki was delighted by the small shiver of fear that went up Kanami Ohmiya's spine. She should be scared, what this girl was dabbling in was dark magic. As soon as Kanami gave her the wish pointed to the spot where she wanted the seal Suki dug her nails in, drawing blood that began to swirl to form the rose bud. She licked her lips in a devilish manner and smiled and reclined once more in her seat. "Please give me a name Mistress," Suki returned to her adorable manner and folded her hands in front of her on the table. As soon as Kanami gave her a name she would begin the wish, taking them to a new day in the nicer side of Japan. Kanami had wished for a family, but that didn't mean she had to live in that dilapidated hovel she had tried to kill herself in. No, Suki's clients lived in the lap of luxury, even if they hadn't specifically asked for it. One client had once asked to live a humble life and not be strangled by the money he possessed.

She was already putting together the pieces in her mind, thinking of a mother and father that would match the girl, honey colored hair and blue eyed folk with gentle mannerisms and sweet affectionate smiles. Did she want siblings too? It wouldn't hurt to have a cute older brother of course. Would he have blonde hair and blue eyes as well, or maybe brown hair and green eyes? That had always been an attractive pair.

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"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

The white haired demoness, slightly puzzled by the girls sudden change of attitude, gave a simple nod of her head before letting the darkness around them melt away. She didn't let her emotions show, Setsuna never did... yet she couldn't help but feel that this human would be more interesting than many humans in the past had been. She didn't mind the cold tone her mistress was giving her, she had experienced far worse in the past. As it seemed, this mistress would at the very least not be abusive.

Once they were back in the hospital room, Setsuna with her white kimono looking slightly out of place, the demoness turned to Akane. "As you asked we have now returned to your room," she said, her voice remaining devoid of emotion, "what is your first order, oujo-sama?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her mistresses answer.

The sun had now risen rather high onto the sky and was lighting the otherwise colorless hospital room in a beautiful manner. The world outside consisted of buildings in a style Setsuna had never witnessed before and it was clear that the demoness had rested for a long time. How much had changed? She couldn't help but wonder. This world was fascinating and frightening all at once, never ceasing to change and yet always somehow staying the same.

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(This brief time skip was an agreement between Berry and I. However, it doesn't directly affect anyone else. :3)

Dominic's groaned softly in his sleep and turned on his side. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he yawned, everything which had transpired a few hours ago momentarily forgotten. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, first then realizing that he was still fully dressed. Frowning, he glanced around the room of the tiny apartment wearily. Nothing much had changed- the floor was still as messy as always, the walls were as... disgusting as they had been the day he moved in. He hated this apartment, he really did... but at the time it was the only thing he could effort and as it seemed right then, he'd not be able to pay the bills for the next month. In other words, Dominic would end up on the streets.

Clenching his fists in annoyance, Dominic glanced down at his makeshift bed, consisting of an old sofa where the metal spirals were poking out here and there. He had tried repairing it several times, but it was pretty pointless, as it always found a way to break moments later anyway. As he tried to make sense of how he had ended up home, considering he had no memory of walking there himself... the realization of what had happened before slowly dawned on him. Yeah, right... I made a contract with that shady old coot... now at second thought, it probably wasn't such a great idea... where is he anyway? the redheaded teenager thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. My memory is pretty blurry b-but...but...I'm pretty sure that guy picked me up. Did he carry me here?! for a moment, Dominic looked horrified at the thought, his cheeks burning. He must have... how else to explain how I ended up here? Or was everything just a dream and I sleepwalked? N-no... I don't think so...

Dominic took a deep breath, his cheeks still a rosy shade of red. "AKIMITSU!" he called before another thought hit him. There was one more way in which he could prove that his memory wasn't just playing a trick on him and what the thought had transpired actually happened. Quickly, he pushed away his sad excuse to a blanket and got up, hurriedly heading over to the small mirror hanging on the wall. His shirt was covering the spot where he believed the...mark or whatever it was would be, so without giving it much thought he quickly removed it and tossed it onto the floor.

It was there. It definitely was. So Dominic hadn't just imagined the burning pain. Wearily, he traced his fingers along the seal scorched into his skin. "It wasn't just a dream..." he murmured to himself, having a sinking feeling in his stomach. Just what a kins of contract exactly had he signed?

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Akimitsu quietly shut the door to Dominic's rather small apartment behind him as he entered, carrying a box of various cleaning supplies in his arms. He had obtained them through...slightly questionable means, but there was no doubt that they were needed and given the current state of the boy's home it was unlikely he already possessed any. It had been quite a shock for the demon when he had carried Dominic inside and discovered the horrific mess within, but his priority then had been his master's health so he had simply put Dominic to bed and cleared a small space on the floor to sit next to him, waiting for him to awake. After a while, when it had seemed he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon and the mess was beginning to become too much to bear, Akimitsu had snuck out in search of something to clean with. Judging by the sudden shout just a moment after he entered the apartment it seemed his master had finally awoken.

Dropping the box in his haste Akimitsu sprang into action, fearing some sort of attacker may have entered the apartment whilst he was away. Fearing for his master's safety, the demon found himself both slightly irritated and amused by the site of Dominic standing shirtless in front of his mirror. "...yes, little ma- Dominic?" He corrected himself, cocking one eyebrow and just barely suppressing a smirk. "Is there something you required my immediate attention for...? Forgive me for leaving your side without asking your permission but it seemed no orders were forthcoming and as..." He paused, searching for the right word, "Cosy as your home may be, you can't deny that it would not suffer from an attempt to clean it..."

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Dominic jumped slightly in surprise as the door creaked behind him and someone stepped inside. It definitely, definitely, definitely wasn't a dream, he thought to himself as he quickly snatched up his shirt again and pulled it over his head. He considered yelling at the pink haired man for a moment, though then decided against it... realizing that this mess was his own fault entirely. He could have called Akimitsu after inspecting the mark, after all. Dominic was indeed a hotheaded and disagreeable child, but even he had moments when of self insight.

"...yes, little ma- Dominic? Is there something you required my immediate attention for...? Forgive me for leaving your side without asking your permission but it seemed no orders were forthcoming and as... Cosy as your home may be, you can't deny that it would not suffer from an attempt to clean it..."


The redhead shot him a weary look, arching an eyebrow. "Why the hell would you bother cleaning this mess anyway? It'll just get messy again. There's no logic in it whatsoever... " he trailed off in the middle of his somewhat bitter remark, something on the floor catching his attention. Frowning, he crouched down and picked up a newspaper from a few days back. Remaining half sitting as he was, Dominic let his gaze wander across the page until he had located what he had first seen again.

"Hey, Akimitsu... do you think I could apply for this job?" asked the teenager, turning around the paper and extending it towards Akimitsu so the demon could see. It was an ad about a job at... a maid café. Dominic imagined it would be simple enough for him to manage such a job, although he refused dressing up as a maid. Perhaps there would be a chance for him to dress up as a butler instead. Either way this job was better than his current one, and if he ever hoped to make his situation better and his life worth living... perhaps that was a good place to start as any. No matter how you looked at it, a waiter at a maid café was more decent than what he spent most of his nights doing right then.

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Akimitsu found himself pleasantly surprised upon finding himself not being yelled at and called a foul pervert for walking in on Dominic whilst he was, presumably, checking to see if the mark was really there. It was the sort of reaction he seemed to expect from the boy despite having known him such a short time, and despite that sort of sensitivity regarding one's body that might normally be expected from a young girl. Still, it had been a long time since the demon had walked amongst humans of this age. Perhaps this was simply normal for them now.

At Dominic's statement that the room would only get messy again, Akimitsu sighed wearily. "Not if you endeavour to keep it clean instead of simply allowing it to once again reach this level of untidiness. I hope you don't make a habit out of this in all aspects of your domestic life, do you cook properly for yourself? And it's important you..." The demon frowned as he realised the boy didn't even appear to be listening to him anymore, folding his arms and watching the teenager examine the newspaper. Well...at least he reads newspapers...

Tilting his head the demon leaned slightly closer, taking the newspaper from Dominic to examine it more closely. "I would imagine so, yes...provided you possess the ability to remember an order for longer than thirty seconds, can carry trays without dropping them, and can address your customers in an endearing manner. That is the goal of this sort of establishment, is it not? Ah...shall I apply as well, master? Since I should remain by your side as much as possible, and to constantly attend as a customer may create unwanted expenses and possible hassle for you..." Akimitsu believed that would be a good outcome for the situation, provided they both got hired. At this point he wasn't entirely certain whether he would have to dress as a woman for this sort of work, but if that was the case he could always simply apply for a job as a chef, or a simple kitchen assistant.

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"Not if you endeavour to keep it clean instead of simply allowing it to once again reach this level of untidiness. I hope you don't make a habit out of this in all aspects of your domestic life, do you cook properly for yourself? And it's important you..."

Dominic waved his hand dismissively at the demons attempt on advise before saying lazily, "it's far too much a job to keep everything in order, though, and I seriously usually am too tired to even attempt it anyway. If you wanna try and keep this rats nest clean, I certainly don't mind. You're gonna wanna give up pretty quickly, though," the redheaded youth gave Akimitsu a challenging smile, edging towards a smirk. "Once I have saved up enough money," which he was far from doing, "I'll move away from here... if I haven't already been kicked out by then, that is."

Whatever Akimitsu might have said after that, Dominic didn't hear. He had already gotten distracted by then. It was true that Dominic's attention span was painfully short, especially when regarding things he didn't give a damn about. Cleaning was definitely one of those things.

"I would imagine so, yes...provided you possess the ability to remember an order for longer than thirty seconds, can carry trays without dropping them, and can address your customers in an endearing manner. That is the goal of this sort of establishment, is it not? Ah...shall I apply as well, master? Since I should remain by your side as much as possible, and to constantly attend as a customer may create unwanted expenses and possible hassle for you..."

Dominic looked thoughtful at Akimitsu's remark, sighing as he let himself fall back slightly, so that he was sitting completely on the floor. "I suppose I could manage the first thing, If I take it really seriously... the second one might be hard, though," he frowned as he rubbed his chin in thought. Then he grinned up at the demon. "Do you think I would be capable of addressing people in an endearing manner?" he tilted his head to the side, training his eyes on the other man. Certainly he had been able to charm customers before, so the ability of acting was something he possessed... but more often than not he didn't have to use it. Most customers were drunk bastards who did whatever they liked anyway.

Besides, he didn't think that sort of charm was suitable for a 'butler' working at a café, despite being otaku themed.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to the newspaper. "Maybe I should look for something else... as for what you do, that's up to you. Feel free to stalk me, I'm not gonna stop you... but I don't really care if you do anything else, either. What's with that master jizz anyway? People'll give us weird looks if you continue calling me that..." he looked at Akimitsu pointedly.

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Akimitsu tilted his head, gazing thoughtfully at Dominic. Was the brat seriously refusing the notion of helping without giving it any thought at all? Perhaps the demon shouldn't be surprised, it was obvious he hadn't made any attempt to keep the place clean before this point but that didn't mean he couldn't start now...it would no doubt be difficult for such a troublesome boy to find happiness living in such a hovel.

Akimitsu simply nodded as Dominic expressed his desire to move away, neglecting to point out that he could most likely arrange other dwellings for the brat immediately if he so wished. It would surely be more satisfying, he reasoned, to have a goal and achieve it through hard work, rather than through questionable magic and such things.

"No doubt it would be possible for you to write orders down, but the second matter poses more of a problem...so you're a klutz as well as rude?" He sighed, adding the last part under his breath. "I think that if you tried your hardest, then yes. Although I believe that within these establishments there are several different types of 'character' that are popular...why not merely choose one that's as loud and unfriendly as you are? It could be popular, especially if you punctuate it with occasional bouts of warmth and kindness..." He said thoughtfully, tilting his head.

"Of course, if you would prefer to look elsewhere for work then I shall assist you however I can...but perhaps at least applying for a job at this cafe would be a good start. It managed to catch your eye, after all...do you have an interest in that sort of thing? As for myself I am bound to do whatever I may to stay by your side until you achieve your desire...so if you choose to work there, I too shall apply. And if you wish for me to refrain from calling you master I shall attempt to do so..." He said innocently, tilting his head.

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Kanami thought hard. A name...? She had to come up with a name for the woman that had hair that was pink, and now she owed her soul to. A family... What would that include? A mother and father? A sibling or two? Maybe... Maybe she could start her own little family. Just maybe. She didn't know exactly what would come to her, and that was a frightening, yet relieving thought.

She bit her lip, anxious. What if the nearly-shinigami didn't like the name she was given? She then winced, as the woman had dug her nails into her collarbone, and she watched in fascination as her blood swirled into a rose bud, which then opened, as they were close to each other. She waited a second, still pondering the option over the name. "Momoiro." She finally said the word for pink in japanese. "Can I call you Momoiro?" She asked her. She touched her collarbone lightly with her fingertips. It no longer hurt her. Maybe... Maybe now she could have a real family.

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"If that is what my Mistress wishes, then yes. Are you sure that is the name you want to give me?" Momoiro? That sounds like a name you'd give a monkey. She didn't even flinch at the horrid thing her new Mistress wanted to bestow upon her because if she said something it could displease her and a demons first and foremost principle was to please.

"Kanami Ohmiya, thank you for your contract." Suki stood and bowed with a sweeping flourish. She would stop the illusion now and when Kanami Ohmiya woke up the next morning her whole world would change. Suki stood upright and snapped her fingers, the contract area fading to black.

Suki stood by her Mistress's bed; she hoped Kanami liked it, the house in the upper class area of Tokyo had been hard to obtain. It wasn't as big or as grand as some of the houses she had served in but Suki figured it would work for this purpose. It had taken some planning and a few demonic configurations, but Suki had gotten Kanami a family. A mother, father, handsome older brother, and a baby sister. Suki stood by Kanami's bedside, wearing one of her more traditional outfits and waiting for her Mistress to awaken in her new room. The pink haired demon was eager to hear what the Mistress thought of her new living space and family.

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