Chapter 1 - The Contract

One week have passed since I sold my soul to the demon. Nothing fancy happen as I continue my boring life.

 

Though there is a weird marking appeared on my chest later that night. He said that this is the proof that we had a deal.

 

Power.

Fame.

Wealth.

Knowledge.

Love.

 

He offered me those things and I hadn't encountered any of it. I'm still struggling in life and continue my work as a corporate slave.

 

I'm still living here in my hideous studio apartment. The rent is expensive but the place is literally sucks.

 

The wallpaper and ceiling are flaky; noises from outside are everywhere and I can hear the television sound coming from my neighbor.

 

Even the floor make a squeaks sound just by walking from it. From door hinges that is creaking when I open it. Until to the water tap that is very hard to shift.

 

I lived in this apartment for 7 years and I don't even know how I lasted here.

 

Only my bed is the thing that I treasure the most. The place where I feel comfortably.

 

I shifted my head to the right where my alarm clock is rested on the top of side table beside my bed. My eyes widened when I saw that it's already 7:30 in the morning.

 

Immediately jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

 

I really hate living like this where I need to wake up early and work my ass from 9 in the morning till 5 in the evening. It makes me feel that I was put in a cycle.

 

Working from monday to friday, I get paid and eventually paying my bills. That kind of cycle put chaos on my head.

 

I know that I wasn't born just to live like this.

 

On so, I sold my soul to the demon. Which was basically scam. I thought another bright future will come to me. But it's a dud.

 

The deal is a dud.

 

After I finished fixing myself, I stand in front of the mirror. I wear blue skinny pants along with white tank tops and green sweater.

 

Winter is in the corner and it's kind of cold outside.

 

Seeing my white pale skin makes me think that I'm not healthy. Like I haven't got any sunlight for years.

 

Comb my blonde hair. Sprayed perfume though no one will notice it. Grabbed my white sneaker before leaving the house.

 

I work as an mail sorter. My job is to fix every mail that is coming from the company building and sorting it out before I delivered them inside the office.

 

Before going to work, I usually stop by in the near coffee shop on my house to get my breakfast.

 

Upon entering the coffee shop, I was mesmerized by the aroma of the coffee. It makes me feel rejuvenated as if I'm floating in the cloud.

 

A man wearing the usual employee attire approached me. Black blazer covering the white polo long sleeve partner with black slacks and shoes. 

 

However, he has good physique compare to the other employee. His body has comparison with the actor who played Thor in the movie.

 

My right eyebrows rose as I'm starting to felt that I see the man on another occation, yet I can't recall the exact place. He pulled one of the vacant chair and showed sign where he pointed both of his arm like telling me to sit there.

 

I nodded as I walk to take a sit on the chair. Apprently, the man sat on the other side.

 

"Hello, Alice."

 

My eyes widened in shock as I realized the voice. Suddenly the people stopped moving as if time had stopped. 

 

"Y-you, the Demon!" I exclaimed, stood up.

 

"Its good that you haven't forgot about me," he said, leaned his back on the chair.

 

My forehead furrowed out of annoyance as I remembered the deal that had happened a week ago. I slammed my right palm on the table creating a loud thud noise.

 

"You're a dud! I sold my soul to you and nothing happened as my boring life continues!" I roared.

 

He just nodded, pulled his hand out of his pocket. A cup of coffee appeared in his right hand.

 

"Take a seat, have a coffee because its your favorite - expresso no sugar."

 

How come this demon knows my favorite? Not to mention the fact that I haven't tell him anything about my life.

 

He put the coffee on the table so I turned my gaze there. I'll be lying if I say that I'm trusting him.

 

There might be a chance that he put poison on the coffee. In that way, I'll die easily. Then, he will take my soul.

 

Piece of cake.

 

He thinks that I didn't know his plan on taking my soul. After I sold my soul to him, nothing would happen and all he wanted to do was kill me quickly. He literally just benefited from our deal. 

 

I can say that I'm a fool because I wasn't careful enough but I'm not stupid so as not to notice what he is planning. 

 

Indeed, this Demon is tricky.

 

I picked up the cup of coffee and poured it on him. He immediately stood up frowning obviously pissed at what I had done to him.

 

"You ingrate!" He yelled, pointed his right index to me, "I gave you coffee, and then you did this to me."

 

"I know you put poison in the coffee."

 

"What makes you think that I'll do that?"

 

"Nothing happened after our Deal, now you suddenly showed up and offered me coffee."

 

He nodded as if he knew what I wanted to convey. He wiped the part of the shirt that had been spilled with coffee before sitting down.

 

He looks calmer than before.

 

Maybe he realizes that even I'm a fool but I'm not that get easily fooled. Or so I thought.

 

"Do you know why I haven't shown up to you in a week?"

 

My right eyebrow rose because I felt like he made another reason for me to believe. He thought maybe he could convince me because of his behavior.

 

"I won't buy it," I said, pointed my right index finger to him, "you're a dud, and I want my soul back."

 

"That is not possible, Alice. Your soul is mine."

 

I dropped my two hands loudly on the table again. He stood up and approached me. I was about to open my mouth to speak when he suddenly slapped me hard.

 

My face rolled to the right as I felt the heat coming from my left cheek. I don’t expect the Demon to be hurtful and violent when they get what they want. 

 

Tears welled up in my right eye when I realized that he really had no intention of helping me about my boring life. He pulled my hair before bringing his face closer to mine.

 

"You know, Alice, I’m not violent," he said, explained, "can you let me explain before you come to a conclusion?"

 

I have no reason to believe him. I'm sure he'll just tease me. "Let go off me."

 

He tightened his grip on my hair before recounting what he had done for a week. He said he followed and studied what was best for me when it comes to the Deal.

 

My boring life makes him furious and seems to want to vomit while watching me. He can't stand what I do every day. He still wanted to follow me but he couldn't stomach it anymore. 

 

From the treatment of my boss to my co -workers. All he could not accept was how worthless I am.

 

As a Mail Sorter it is my job to organize all the letters that come to the company. Even though I hand the letter to my co -workers every day, they don't notice me because I seem invisible to them.

 

Add to that is my boss who treats me like shit as if I'm not a human. Every time he sees me, he always taunts me and says bad things.

 

So what happens is I waste time and take a long time arranging letters for my co -workers. I also make sure it’s time to go home when I’m done handing out letters.

 

I’m not an introvert, it's just that no one really notices me.

 

I couldn't help but wonder if they would look for me in case I didn't come to the office one day. Now that the demon has discovered what is going on in my daily life, he probably thought it would be better if I just died. 

 

"Stupid, didn't I say I'll give you what's best?"

 

My eyebrows met in shock because he seemed to be reading my mind. "What do you mean?" 

 

He let go of my hair and pushed me out of the coffee shop. “Go, or you'll be late."

 

Suddenly people moved around again as if they were in a mannequin challenge earlier.

 

I walked out while looking at the Demon. 

 

He smiled as he waved. 

 

A woman passed in front of him and when she passed he was no longer there. 

 

I didn't know what that demon was planning; I looked at my wristwatch so when I noticed it was past eight o'clock I hurried to run.