’Ok, Taylor, think of a good name now; if you are going to pass yourself off as a demon, you need to come up with something that will scare the shit outta Doctor Death…ok, got it.’ Falling silently into thought, I applied just enough force on Harlow’s throat that it was uncomfortable for the man, but he could still breathe and barely speak.
’I gotta say, I’m quite clever this time, plus if anyone from the Origin Timeline happens to hear the name, I doubt many people can put two and two together.’
"While you calling us a shortened version of our species is acceptable to Humankind, to us, that is not the case; you will refer to us as Demonata-Kin and nothing else…as for my name, you may call me Rehpix." **Reffix**
’Nailed it,’ proud of myself, I took things further.
Releasing a minute amount of particles from my body and generating an Aura-like visual effect, I felt Harlow’s body stiffen as a putrid smell filled the room.
’Ah, come on, dude, did you seriously piss yourself? I knew most Serial Killers were sociopathic cowards who act tough in front of their victims yet turn into wimps when faced by authoritative figures, but COME ON!’ I cried in my mind while trying my best to ignore the fact that the man nicknamed Doctor Death had just urinated all over the floor when subjected to particles.
Tightening my grip, I hurled Harlow to the left, slamming him into a filing cabinet that exploded with paperwork after being crashed into.
"Filthy mongrel, sigh, but what do I expect? You humans have only been conscious for a few thousand years, so you still have your flight instincts." Wiping the hand that had touched Harlow on my pants, I turned and looked at the man as he gasped for air after being winded and injured.
Although I had lightly tossed him by my standards, his weak 1C body couldn’t withstand the impact of crashing into the metal filing cabinet, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had some cracked ribs.
"Regardless, I have come from Hel in hopes of finding a human to aid in their dark ways, so rejoice, mortal, for I have chosen you."
’Really going off the rails this time, Tay….whatever, you wanted to experiment with him to see if you can keep him from getting caught, so may as well take the "Let’s make a deal" route.’ Hopping off the table, I chastised myself while walking over to the downed Harlow and stopping half a foot away from the man.
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"Make a deal with me, Harlow Sheffield, sell me that pitch black soul of yours, and I will aid you in fleeing the authorities. I’ll give you a new identity and the funds you require to continue your proclivities unhindered." As I spoke, I quickly brought up the Arkadia Store and purchased a low-rank soul contract before making it appear in my hand like magic.
Now, while I had no use for his ACTUAL soul, that didn’t mean I couldn’t earn some free handouts from the man. Quickly scribbling down my terms in Elvish to make it appear mysterious to Harlow’s uneducated eyes, I added a few clauses to the contract.
For example, when he dies, everything he owns will be transferred to me by way of Arkadia, and if Harlow manages to survive until the descent of Arkadia, all the XP he earns will become mine instead.
In exchange, I would help him one time to change his identity and settle somewhere else. Generally, a contract like this wouldn’t fly, as the other party would refuse to sign it. Still, given the fact that I knew for a fact Harlow couldn’t read Elvish, as I was one of the few exceptions in this case, even in the Origin Timeline, it wasn’t like he knew what he was signing away.
The real potential issue was whether or not Arkadia would recognize and enforce this contract. I was hoping that since I would be making a change to the man’s fate, it would push the Descent Timeline.
If I could get the mysterious System to accept the signed contract, it would glow in red light, and that would be the end of it. So long as I kept up my end of the agreement, I was in the clear; he, on the other hand, would only have not to try getting caught.
Explaining the terms briefly, without lying, mind you, only neglecting to give out the full terms, I handed the monster hide scroll to Harlow, who looked up at me with a mixture of fear and, oddly enough, hope.
"So I have to sign this with my blood, and then you will help me escape and elude capture?" He asked as I handed him the pen, which used blood instead of ink.
"Indeed, the only term you need to abide by is that you won’t purposely get yourself caught; other than that, you are free to live your life and continue your hobby." Nodding my head, I crossed my arms and stood silently.
"And all it will cost me is…gulp…my soul?" He asked as his hand tightly gripped the pen while shaking.
I didn’t answer him verbally but instead nodded while thinking…
’That and every worldly possession you own upon your death.’
Seeing my affirmation, Harlow hesitated momentarily before pressing the tip of the pen against the line he was to sign.
With a pained sound, he signed his name while the pen drew blood from a small wound on his finger, and then, as I was hoping, the monster hide contract began glowing mysteriously, making Harlow panic and toss it in the air accidentally.
Luckily, I had expected this kind of reaction, so I quickly caught it and watched the light emanating from the contract brighten and then eventually fade.
"The contract has been forged. Congratulations, Harlow Sheffield, you have signed your soul to me, but in turn, I shall help you create a new life anywhere you wish in the world; the only thing that is left is for you to choose where we go next."