Man With Horns

The atmosphere of her room grew darker and heavier as the woman slumped herself back in the bed which was broken from the headset. The prostitutes had been provided the basic necessities but they had been striving to live up to their wishes.

It was the moment when the ice on the window glass started to melt down and as soon as the glass became clear, a black smoke started to emerge from the space within the pane.

"Oh dear!"

A male voice resonated inside the shabby room which reeked of danger, Margaret immediately looked up to see who was the person or what was the source.

The lady spotted the smoke forming a man's body as the person emerged in the room out of nowhere, the mysterious man had horns over his head and a sinister smile worn on his face.

"W- who are you!?"

She spoke and somehow managed to utter even though fright had occupied her every single layer of skin. Margaret stepped back and the broken wooden side of the bed hit her back.

Blood began to drip from her skin which he failed to notice due to the terror in her veins, the man did not seem to be a vampire or else he would have plunged at her and the lady would have been bitten already on neck!

"Does my introduction really matter, my lady, when I brought you a great deal?"

The man again addressed her with his red eyes darted at her face. It was evident that he was not a vampire because they did not have horns on their heads.

His fangs shone bright as the man let out a sinister grin and the lady was taken aback sensing that he was there with no good reason. Margaret managed to gulp down her feats and uttered with her eyes wide open because the current scenario was definitely not a dream.

Or perhaps it was a worst nightmare!

"What deal are you talking about?"

She tried to sound stern to impose over him and to exert some dominance over him. But the man was totally unmoved by her tone, since he was aware about his strength.

He took a step forward towards her bed, and glanced at the lady with a lopsided grin. The thunder flashed and illuminated the room which made the man's appearance even more visible in that brief moment.

The lady's lips trembled upon his look, the man had a scar on his face while his red glaring eyes had been fixated on her face. Margaret felt the urge to shriek with fright upon seeing a demon in front of her.

Xandaya was not a place without supernatural beings, but so far no demon had been spotted around the kingdom, thus it was highly questionable how did he get inside the vicinity.

"Do you agree to do whatever I demand, dear?"

The demonic looking man questioned her determination once again after he made sure to provoke her to the extent, that Margaret would imminently agree to sign the pact with him!

"It depends on what do you have to propose."

She gulped her saliva and wet her dry lips, as the chill ran down her spine. She would never shy away from any dirty little demand or intimate service. But perhaps that was not what the mysterious demon had desired!

"It is very simple, my lady. Although I loved how meticulous you are to take your revenge,"

He lifted his hand and faint sparks emerged from his palm, soon a flicker had been floating above his hand, that the man glanced at her.

"The deal is totally in your favor, be my woman and I will help you get your revenge."

The man finished his speech leaving the woman completely dazed and stoned. Margaret could not decipher what did he mean by 'his woman.'

"What do you mean by that? How come being your property will benefit me? And will bring me my revenge?"

She had no clue whatever he had been talking, but the woman spotted the fire in his hand turning into dust of golden dust. Soon the dust turned into a scroll, everything happened in just a blink of an eye, leaving no moment to her to think.

"Tsk! You are underestimating my powers and status."

He directed his hand towards her and the scroll floated towards Margaret. She skimmed through the lines and realized it was a contract and she was supposed to sign a pact.

"Let me introduce myself properly after you sign it, my dear!"

Margaret knew that he had some sort of plan and it would definitely benefit him too, after all he emerged in her room out of nowhere which sure had some unknown context.

But the demonic man was not willing to disclose his identity until she signed the scroll, the lady nodded and before she could lift her hand to sign it....Margaret spotted that a drop of blood which had been dripping from the back floated in the air.

It the dropped on the scroll like the spot of ink and the pact was signed, of course with her willingness as the lady agreed with a nod!