Contract?

Wiliam blew out a sigh of relief when he left the base now full of corpses, he looked at his hands only at extremely pale and shaking candles.

"I think I overreacted!" He made some movements with his hands before he started walking towards his house, he was in no hurry today his parents needed time to talk.

Pap! Pap! Pap!

His footsteps sounded rhythmically when he passed through the dark alleys, sometimes he saw a cat walking or a bird sleeping, in the end everything was going normally without much noise.

"Hehehe, Wiliam!" A sinister voice was heard behind Wiliam and by instinctive reaction he formed a dagger and ice in his hand and threw it.

Clank!

"You should be careful with those sharp things" Mephisto came out of the shadows as he played with the ice dagger with his hands, Wiliam's eyes narrowed and he stared at him.

"I don't remember attacking a satanic cult today, Mephisto!" Mephisto who heard Wiliam's reply just smiled and started walking around Wiliam.

"You know, I heard from a bird that his mother may end up having complications in childbirth, maybe she won't even survive!" Mephisto's voice was full of sadness as if he sympathized with the situation, but only a fool would believe him.

"This bird must be very skilled to pass my guard pigeon!" Wiliam decided to play with Mephisto, a good merchant needs patience when offering a product.

"Well, you can say that my bird is special!" Mephisto gestured with his hand and a table with two chairs appeared out of nowhere "Come and sit!".

Wiliam had no reason to refuse the request and sat in front of him, Mephisto did not speak immediately and took a deck of cards and gave Wiliam some cards.

"Look, I can offer you a chance to save your mother!"

Paff! (Noises of cards being played).

Wiliam looked at his hand and bought a letter before answering "I don't sell my soul and I only accept it if it is a definite salvation that consists in not letting my mother die by accidents a few days later!"

Mephisto also bought a letter and replied "This makes our negotiation a little more complicated, I don't see anything you can give me in exchange for your mother's life!"

Paff!

"No, you see, you just want to make the most of what you get from me"

Paff!

"I see that you are a smart boy, not many who can negotiate with the Devil and live to tell the story!" Mephisto showed his teeth while he drew another letter.

"Full House!"

"Well know that not only do I live, but I also decide the terms!"

"Straight Flush!" Wiliam put his cards on the table and looked at Mephisto with cold eyes.

"And I will get you 10,000 lost souls, in exchange you save my mother and give me the hell of ice without any restrictions attached to it by you!" Mephisto's eyes will also leave the table and he looked steadily at Wiliam, he didn't he was very happy with the exchange but in the end the deal was still favorable for him.

(Lost souls are those souls who will neither ascend to heaven nor descend to hell, but will wander the earth in search of a way to resurrect.)

(The infernal of the ice is like the spirit of the phantom biker, only instead of justice and the vengeance that the phantom rider represents the infernal of the ice represents suffering and agony.)

"Very good boy, you are the first one in 5,000 years who made a contract with me and did not sell his soul!" The playful smile returned to his face and he extended his hands to Wiliam, who also shook hands.

Puff!

A contract appeared before the two.

"Now just sign!" Mefisto motioned for Wiliam to sign but the latter did not listen and started to read the contract.

And soon Wiliam found several mistakes that would make him sell his soul if he were careless, he slowly lowered the contract and looked at Mephisto almost laughing.

"Mr. Mefisto, if you do not put sincerity in the contract, I think I will have to contact a lawyer to renegotiate!" Mefisto did not remove the smile from his face and snapped his fingers, the terms of the contract will soon change and will be satisfactory for both of you.

Wiliam didn't play anymore and made a drop of blood fall on the paper, the contract burned to ashes soon after.

"The contract went into effect, I hope you will be able to handle it!" Mephisto stretched out his hand and before Wiliam could react the hand touched him and a cold blue aura began to converge on his body.

"Argh!" Wiliam grunted in pain, this was the first time in his life that he felt so cold it was almost like trying to freeze the depths of his soul from the inside out, he held on for a few more minutes before falling to the ground unconscious .

Mephisto looked at the boy he made the contract and left the place, he had more important things to do than to watch that ice lunatic try to take possession of the boy's body.

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Inside Wiliam's mind.

A long, cold snowstorm surrounded the whole place and in the middle of the snow Wiliam opened his eyes and stood up.

He stared at nothing for a moment before turning in a random direction.

"I knew something like this could happen, sigh!" He blew out a long breath and stabilized his position.

"I know you are there, reveal yourself or I will go after you!" He shouted loudly and waited for a while, but nothing changed.

Seeing that his opponent would not appear, Wiliam decided to make her show himself, he raised his foot and stepped on the floor.

Bash! Fuuww! (Noises of strong winds).

The moment he stepped on the ground a wave of wind expanded and caused the storm to calm down "This is my mind you are just an invader if you think you can control me in here you are very wrong!"

This time Wiliam's words took effect and a lot of snow started to rise behind him, a figure began to reveal itself she wore rags from what appeared to be a cloak, there was no face in her and her body was extremely thin making her look like a demonic entity, a crown made of ice was on his head but unlike the crowns worn by kings and queens this looked like the crown worn by a witch.

"Ashte Nxcoba tébotra serlexte!" The cold and evil voice sounded, when she spoke it seemed that many other entities were speaking together, however Wiliam's face did not change one bit.

In Wiliam's past life he played (Alien: Isolation) at the age of 6 a simple demonic entity will not scare him.

"I'm sorry but you can speak in a language that I understand, it can be any language!"

The entity was also confused by Wiliam's words and put his hands on his chin while thinking.

Sigh!

"It looks like I'm going to have a long day!" Wiliam made an ice frame appear behind him and put on glasses, it was time to be a teacher.