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Strangebuddy
Guest
"Monsieur! Monsieur! Please Monsieur! Don't leave me...I'll give you anything." The old woman was beside herself as she clung to the aloof man who was dressed in fine silks. She wailed and cried to the heavens as she tried to force him to look at her.
"I know my dear," he said in a tone that was of the purest honey, you'd offer your own family to me if it would grant my continued favor." He chuckled as she fervently nodded, in hopes he would accept that. He patted her head.
"My dear, you are clearly depraved to a degree I have not bore witness to since Caligula was emperor. I swear mademoiselle, I shall remember you until eternity's end. Here, let me grant you a kiss." He leaned don and the tiny old woman leaped up to meet his lips with a fervor that she had not known in years. For a moment, she her wrinkles faded and her dress filled with the supple flesh of a young woman. She squealed in delight-and then collapsed to the floor dead, a smile painted on her aged lips.
"A farewell gift my dear. For a contract completed." The man held his hand aloft, as though he were observing something invisible to the eye. He frowned, "Well I suppose a vain woman like that didn't have much left to corrupt anyway. Still, 10 years of work for a soul I'll burn through in a year? Not my most profitable endeavor."
The demon pondered what to do. He had come to France seeking to benefit off of its people. The reign of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette had only exacerbated the class divide and the tension that brought forth. Nobles wanted any edge in their power plays and happily would sign their souls away. The poor wanted what they had been denied or revenge, easy avenues for a demon to take advantage . Yet like most of his ilk, the demon had been distracted by the pleasures of the flesh. When he could have been taking souls by the dozen, he had been using the woman and her friends of equally disreputable natures to satisfy his gluttony and lust. Now all of them, who had traded their purity for youth, were dead. He had no playmates or souls and spending time in the mortal realm was cutting into the short time he had left before his own demise.
He needed a purer soul this time. One who had more to corrupt. One who had a seemingly innocent wish that could be corrupted. He licked his lips...and of course one whose body was pleasing would be a benefit.
He listened to the sounds of the souls around him as he wandered the streets. Dreams of revolution swept through the downtrodden but the demon left those alone. There would be deals aplenty when the revolution came, setting it off early might ruin a potential harvest.
"Ah..." He moaned. It turned out he hadn't had to wander far. In a kitchen a scullery maid was hard at work, all alone. A mostly pure soul who had wants and needs bubbling below the surface. Oh yes, she would do just fine.
He made himself invisible and wandered inside the kitchen: "Sweet child. What cruel fate finds you working at such a late hour?" He said, letting his honeyed tongue become more kind and nurturing.
"I know my dear," he said in a tone that was of the purest honey, you'd offer your own family to me if it would grant my continued favor." He chuckled as she fervently nodded, in hopes he would accept that. He patted her head.
"My dear, you are clearly depraved to a degree I have not bore witness to since Caligula was emperor. I swear mademoiselle, I shall remember you until eternity's end. Here, let me grant you a kiss." He leaned don and the tiny old woman leaped up to meet his lips with a fervor that she had not known in years. For a moment, she her wrinkles faded and her dress filled with the supple flesh of a young woman. She squealed in delight-and then collapsed to the floor dead, a smile painted on her aged lips.
"A farewell gift my dear. For a contract completed." The man held his hand aloft, as though he were observing something invisible to the eye. He frowned, "Well I suppose a vain woman like that didn't have much left to corrupt anyway. Still, 10 years of work for a soul I'll burn through in a year? Not my most profitable endeavor."
The demon pondered what to do. He had come to France seeking to benefit off of its people. The reign of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette had only exacerbated the class divide and the tension that brought forth. Nobles wanted any edge in their power plays and happily would sign their souls away. The poor wanted what they had been denied or revenge, easy avenues for a demon to take advantage . Yet like most of his ilk, the demon had been distracted by the pleasures of the flesh. When he could have been taking souls by the dozen, he had been using the woman and her friends of equally disreputable natures to satisfy his gluttony and lust. Now all of them, who had traded their purity for youth, were dead. He had no playmates or souls and spending time in the mortal realm was cutting into the short time he had left before his own demise.
He needed a purer soul this time. One who had more to corrupt. One who had a seemingly innocent wish that could be corrupted. He licked his lips...and of course one whose body was pleasing would be a benefit.
He listened to the sounds of the souls around him as he wandered the streets. Dreams of revolution swept through the downtrodden but the demon left those alone. There would be deals aplenty when the revolution came, setting it off early might ruin a potential harvest.
"Ah..." He moaned. It turned out he hadn't had to wander far. In a kitchen a scullery maid was hard at work, all alone. A mostly pure soul who had wants and needs bubbling below the surface. Oh yes, she would do just fine.
He made himself invisible and wandered inside the kitchen: "Sweet child. What cruel fate finds you working at such a late hour?" He said, letting his honeyed tongue become more kind and nurturing.
