This story is about Lilith, a fallen angle turned she-demon in charge of collecting souls bound by contracts with the devil. Humans sell their souls for riches, others for fame, and few for the preservation of another.
A slave to the demon overlord by an agreement of her own, Lilith has been collecting contracts for centuries. Once the specified time has passed, Lilith comes to gather the contract bound by blood and collect the soul of the being. Normally the contracts are collected at the time of death, however Lilith gone rogue and has begun collecting the souls for herself. Not only is she stealing the souls of those within contract, she is also gathering the souls of innocent beings.
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I woke up sitting on what felt like a wooden stool. It was a barstool in the basement of my home. Had I been drinking? No it was a Monday, wasn’t it? I couldn’t feel much; I was still in an awkward half asleep lethargy.
From what I could remember I hadn’t fallen asleep on my bed, nor was it anywhere near late evening. In my awakening stupor I struggled to account for my day and what I had done to end up sitting on my barstool in the basement. It always amazed me how much one can consider before he fully awakens.
My day was as ordinary as ever. I had showered and dressed, ate breakfast, kissed Margaret goodbye, dropped Brit off at daycare, went to work and came home… Wait, the door had been open. I’d been attacked from behind. I knew something was very wrong when I initially started to move and couldn’t. There's no way this shit is real. I could smell cinnamon. I must be dreaming.
"Good evening Mr. Samuels, I was wondering when you would pleasure me with your conscious company". The sound of a woman’s voice echoed somewhere in the distance. I could not recognize it. “I had been growing uninterested in watching the blood drip from your face to your lap”.
"Who… who are you?" I choked.
I lifted my head in an attempt to take in my surroundings but I was stopped short. My eyes were sewn shut, as best as I could tell. The searing pain that began to travel through my eyelids was increasing as if I had been drugged up until this very moment. Blood started pooling at the sides of my eyes and running down my cheeks as if I had been crying blood.
I had no control over blinking and when I tried the pain was such that if I continued to struggle I'd surely pass out. The true nature of my predicament was dawning on me; I resisted the urge to panic.
"What do you want?" I shouted, more so out of pain and frustration of not being able to see than anger.
“Mr. Samuels, I will be plain and forthright. I am in control, you do not ask questions, nor do you demand anything. You chose your path, and this evening will be your reckoning.” Said the uncharacteristically calm voice. I could hear footsteps slowly inch closer to me. From my closed eyes I could tell a light had been turned on. I flinched at the sudden brightness, even through closed eyes.
I started to cry, the salt from my tears stinging my eyelids. The mixture of blood and tears slid from my cheeks to the sides of my mouth, I literally tasted my struggle. My heartbeat began to rattle my bones and eventually bringing upon true horror. I started wriggling in my seat but found there was more to my unfortunate situation than I initially noticed. From what I could feel, my hands and ankles had been bound. Upon further struggle, I found that barbed wire had been used as the binding. I did not initially feel any pain because I had been given a sedative and some kind of numbing agent.
I was unintentionally sawing my own limbs off.
“Mr. Samuels, tonight you will die. How and when will be determined once I receive information on the location of the agreement.” A rustle of some metallic object on an adjacent table could be heard.
“Please, don’t, please, I beg you just take all the money in the safe, the combination is my birthday, zero, four, two…what are….ARGH FUCK!”
She had cut off my ear.
After what seemed like an eternity, the woman, who could only be identified by the smell of cinnamon, spoke.
“Mr. Samuels why settle for your riches when I could own your soul?”
And then it hit me. But it was far too early for this than originally discussed.
“No, no no no! It’s too damn early, I am only thirty five fucking years old for CHRIST’S SAKE!” I started crying again.
“Surely you realize how foolish it is for an individual in your predicament to use the almighty lord’s name in vain” she chortled. Was she enjoying this? She must be a fucking errand girl, doomed for all existence to collect contracts.
“Where is it?” she said calmly.
“FUCK YOU! You’re just an errand girl, all you are expected to do is take the contract, I know how this shit works!” I screamed.
“Where is it or the little one suffers” She said with a chuckle.
This bitch is sadistic. She was talking about my two year old.
“Brittany no, fuck, it’s …it’s at the bank, 37th and Lex. Please, please don’t hurt her.”
“She is already dead Mr. Samuels and in less than twenty minutes so will you, goodbye Mr. Samuels, you really did make this rather easy”
“Bitch! Why? The contract was only for me. I’ll kill you!” I was hysterical.
She began to giggle then turned and walked out of the room.
I died twenty minutes later; she’d found the contract.