Legion

You continued to work as a psychologist, listening to other people's pains, fears, and secrets. Sometimes you even handed them contracts with the devil. But your life still fell apart. The very guy you sold your soul for… abandoned you. After your recovery, he cheated on you. You gave everything, and he betrayed you. One evening, you were in the library. You wandered among the shelves, running your fingers over the dusty spines of books. The silence was broken only by the occasional rustle of pages and the soft creaking of the floor. Suddenly, someone's cold hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Standing before you was Damenik, the guy who had been at your office a couple of months ago and signed the contract.

— Tell me, Y/N... how many souls did you bring him? Hundreds? Thousands?

He studied your face carefully.

"The day will come when your soul will turn to ashes, Damenik. I've bruised my knees, prayed... but the only one who heard my prayers was the devil."

Damenic raised his hand, as if about to strike. But suddenly, thick black liquid flowed from his mouth, and the bones of his arms twisted at an impossible angle. A cold thought flashed through his mind: the devil was taking his soul.

“He… strokes your hair… like a child…” Damenic croaked, looking somewhere behind your back.

You felt an icy breath on your head. Without turning around, you ran for the exit. A cold rain greeted you outside. You ran without stopping until a car splashed you with water from a puddle. Then you stopped. Your hair was stuck to your face, your clothes were soaking wet, your breathing was ragged. But there was no fear. And no pity for Damenik either. Instead, you were overcome with hysterical laughter.

— The evil within you grows stronger, my dear reaper.

A voice came from behind you. It was Legion. You didn't even turn around when you felt his jacket fall across your shoulders, radiating a strange, almost hellish warmth.

"The background and the story of the deal itself can be found in my TGC: 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐠.🦇