Chapter Three

Olivia's heart was racing as she stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes. The man that stood in front of her was unlike anything she had ever seen. He had an otherworldly aura that commanded attention, and his presence seemed to fill the entire room.

Despite her initial shock, Olivia couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over her. It was as if the man's very presence had the power to ease her anxieties and quiet her mind. Slowly, he began to move towards her, his eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.

As he drew closer, Olivia could feel his power radiating off of him, surrounding her in a cocoon of warmth and safety. It was a sensation that she had never experienced before, and it left her feeling both awed and terrified all at once.

The man's hand reached out to hers, and Olivia hesitated for just a moment before allowing him to take it. The touch of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, but she couldn't pull away. There was something about him that drew her in, something that made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As he began to speak, Olivia found herself completely entranced by the sound of his voice. It was like nothing she had ever heard before - rich and deep, with a hint of danger lurking just beneath the surface. Despite the warning signs that her brain was flashing, she couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from him.

"Relax, my dear," he said, his voice low and soothing. "There is no need to be afraid. I am here to help you."

Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. This creature, this being she summoned from the book, was here to help her? It seemed impossible, but as she looked into his piercing eyes, she knew that he spoke the truth.

"But why are you here? What do you want from me?" Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man smiled, his lips curving upwards in a devilish grin. "I am here because you called me, my dear. You read the incantation, and now, here I am. As for what I want from you, well, that remains to be seen. But for now, let us get to know each other a little better, shall we?"

Olivia couldn't believe what was happening. She had always been fascinated by her grandmother's stories about the supernatural and the occult, but she had never expected to summon a demon herself. She looked at the man in front of her, still in disbelief. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the attic, and his long hair flowed around his handsome face like a dark halo.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage to ask him the question that had been burning in her mind since she saw him. "Are you really a demon?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The man let out a deep laugh, a sound that sent shivers down Olivia's spine. "Yes, my dear," he replied with a smirk. "I am a demon. And a powerful one, at that."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the man in front of her. Her whole life she had been taught to fear demons, to see them as evil and dangerous creatures. Yet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to this man, despite the fear he invoked in her.

"What should I call you then? Do you have a name?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"You can call me Azazel," the man replied smoothly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Olivia's eyes widened. "Azazel? Wait, you're Satan?" she asked, her fear growing by the second.

The man shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't really prefer to be called that way, but... yeah. I am."

As Olivia gazed at the mysterious figure before her, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite the fear that was slowly creeping up her spine. He stood tall, his posture rigid and his gaze focused on her. His eyes were unlike any she had ever seen, a deep maroon color that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. They held an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

But it wasn't just his eyes that captured her attention. He was breathtakingly handsome, with jet-black hair that was tousled and messy, as if he had just emerged from a storm. His features were chiseled and sharp, and his skin was like alabaster, smooth and glowing in the low light. He was dressed in a black robe that clung to his muscular frame, accentuating his powerful physique.

Despite the fear and uncertainty that she felt, Olivia couldn't help but find herself intrigued by this stranger. She knew that he was dangerous, that he could be her undoing, but she couldn't deny the magnetic pull that drew her closer to him. As he took a step towards her, she could feel her heart racing in her chest, and she wondered if she was making a terrible mistake.

But it was too late. The man was standing in front of her now, his eyes fixed on hers, and Olivia found herself unable to look away. She could feel his presence washing over her, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and safety that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should run as far away as possible, but something about him made her feel alive in a way that she had never experienced before.

As she stood there, frozen in place, the man reached out a hand and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. His touch was gentle and electric, sending shivers down her spine. Olivia couldn't understand why she felt so drawn to him, why she was willing to risk everything for a man she had never even met before. But she knew one thing for sure: her life would never be the same after this encounter.

"And you... What's your name?" Azazel asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"I'm... I'm Olivia," she replied nervously, her eyes still fixed on his. She then took a step back as an attempt to avoid his touch.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the tension in the room growing thicker with each passing second. Finally, Olivia gathered the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind since she first saw him.

"Can you really grant wishes?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Azazel's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oh, yes. I can grant you anything you desire. You name it, I can make it happen."

Olivia's mind raced with the possibilities. This was it. This was finally her chance to get back everything that had been stolen from her. She could finally have the power and resources to take revenge on those who had wronged her.

"But there's always a price, isn't there?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Azazel's smile widened. "Of course, my dear. Everything comes at a cost. But I promise you, the price will be worth it."

Olivia's unease only grew as she listened to him speak. She had always been warned about making deals with demons, but the temptation was too great. She thought of all the things she could have, all the dreams that could finally come true.

"How many wishes do I get?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It kind of depends on the situation," Azazel replied smoothly. "But in a way, you can use me all you want, until the desires of your heart are fulfilled."

Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief. This was too good to be true. She had never believed in fairy tales, but here she was, facing a demon who claimed he could grant her every wish.

"And what should I give in return?" she asked, her voice faltering slightly.

Azazel's smirk grew wider. "You," he replied simply. "I need you in return. I need you to carry my child."