Chapter 4

It was at this time the golden eyed demon blew out red smoke out from his mouth. The smoke traveled towards the edge of the still lit hexagram but was obstructed, as though there was an unseen veil preventing it from moving out. This however seemed to agitate the red smoke even more. The eyes of the golden eyed man began to glow as the red smoke began to pound hard against the ‘veil’ more furiously, over and over. The flames in turn flared up even more fighting back hard to prevent the red smoke from moving out.

After a few tries, the smoke just stilled and moved back to the golden eyed demon as it just merged back into him. If you looked closer you would see his eyes no longer glowed and just the same way. The flames, after the smoke returned immediately died down as the hexagram returned to the burnt dull state.

Now properly looking around starting from the hexagram and its symbols to the blood circle connecting the wooden poles to the trinkets and ring bags hanging on said poles, his eyes lingering a little longer on them. “I have to admit I haven’t seen such a trap since that brat killed his brother back then. Tell me Mr. Anderson, how did you get your hands on such a dangerous artifact?” If at first, he was merely amused, now Anderson had managed to capture his attention.

“You still haven’t introduced yourself.”. Gathering a bit more confidence Anderson repeated once more. The situation had already escalated to this point. If not for the fact that the trap had been able to keep such a terrifying person in place he would have probably run from there. It had taken more that will power to not do so the moment he witnessed the red smoke and the trap in the fight. There was no turning back now. No, he already knew that when he saw everything was real.

Fixing his tie, the golden eyed demon put on his trademark smile once again and replied. “Right, how rude of me. Let’s see, just call me Suit, easy right? Now then Mr. Anderson, would you mind telling me why you would trap me in this manner?” Of course, he would not share his real name. According to the book, no demon would speak of their real name. It spoke of two important reasons. The first reason said that if you found that out, you would be able to banish said demon back to the depths of hell.

It was the second reason, that he was more interested in. That was one of the main reasons to which he did what he did. They said if you could find out the true name of the demon, you would be able to control the demon for all eternity. His original plan was to save his wife, but when he read that part, his mind went into overdrive. Why stop there? Why not completely own one to make sure nothing like that ever happened to them again? It was a wild ambition, yes, but he had hope. Now that he confirmed the supernatural world truly existed, he had hope, but…

Anderson stood in contemplation. The emergence of this demon named Suit had thrown a major wrench in his plans. Things were not supposed to go down the way it is now and quite frankly although he was not really showing it outwardly, on the inside he was freaking out. This demon before him looked much more powerful than what he was expecting. “I could always leave and say ‘thank you for the scrumptious meal’, but is that what you really want?” Suit spoke, almost turning around with the smile still plastered on his face.

Anderson knew very well that it was nothing but cheap bait. A large part of him kept telling him to run, to leave the place as fast as he could, but how could he. After coming so far, after sacrificing so much there was no way he could just leave. Taking in a deep breath Anderson answered “Seifuku keiyaku.” (Subjugation contract). It was just the name of it, but the contract in his hand held so many other things he did not understand. Only after crosschecking with many books and references did he finally confirm, only by a little, that it was indeed a contract to bind a demon.

“Is that so?” Placing his hands behind his back, Suit questioned Anderson with an amused expression. He looked at the duffle bag in Anderson’s hand, and then back at Anderson. Seeing Suit’s nonchalant and laidback expression he felt a bit of hope. Most higher demons were so. Their nature ever so fickle. Just as they found entertainment in the slightest, they could show their ruthlessness just as easy, and this demon before him seems to somewhat fit that bill. At least that was a good thing.

“That was the intention, but it feels like a suicide mission at this point” Trying hard to keep his mind empty, which was proving to be a rather difficult task, Anderson spoke to suit. He was trying to play to the ego of the demon before him, without showing fear.

“Smart boy. Tell you what, I’ll give you that chance but we won’t do it like how you wanted to, we’ll play a different game. Don’t worry, it will be fair…I think, but before all that…” Suit stretched open his palm towards Anderson. Anderson frowned at his words. The plans were derailing at a quick pace.

“That is not how things were supposed to go.” Anderson whispered to himself. It was almost inaudible, but suit smiled at him.

“Yeah, well I’m feeling improv. So…” He stretched out once more. His face, slowly morphing into a frown. Anderson was beginning to fear what would happen if he displeased this fickle demon too much. Although the trap had proved to do its work, he did not know what could happen. It was problematic, but he did not know enough to evade anything he did not know about. He only knew what he was well prepared for.