The pen left the paper, and crumpled up - folding in on itself and beginning to glow. As the spark left the signee’s body and drifted lazily toward the demon, what had once been the contract became a fireball. The hissing ball of flames hovered for a moment, and then sped towards the adventurer.

The impact was tremendous, scorching him with infernal flames as it punched him through the chamber. The strange spell punched through the wall and into the aether across time and night, beyond the dark.

Strange whispers gathered into his head, coalescing, arguing and fighting and then unifying. Two thoughts, two voices… two. He felt himself speaking, and answering. He called and answered - two presences within - his very mind dividing in half - and both wanting out - as he hurtling like a comet through the void.

The screeching reverie ended with another impact - the leaking fireball tore through a great window. Shattering glass, and twisting metal - the demonic fire spilled from the condensed ruin that was once a person, and tore into the sanctum.

The adventurer inside was no more - he was riven - coming apart down the middle! His or rather - their diverging thoughts manifested into two splitting heads, each moving of their own accord, and will. They were united in purpose still, even as their bodies separated, changing into smaller homunculus like devil-forms. As their bodies untwisted in the fire, and separated the one became two.

The two devils forged of one adventurer took pieces of the window they destroyed in their fiery entrance and ransacked the sanctuary. Two friends of a single origin, spreading fire and destruction in their wake.

*****

He always wanted to try that particular power, and was glad to see it worked effortlessly. The spark remained united, even though the bearer was now two imps laying waste to that hapless Shrine. He did hate to see the wanton mayhem, but he needed information from the vaults. Unfortunately the sect that built that shrine had a nasty habit of plastering over everything and pretending they built what was below.

There was a tome he needed below the flameproof seal, in the old monastic library, that sources say was intact. Once his friend - friends technically - were done having fun, and the cult chased away - they infamously did not believe in purifying their shrines - he would slip in and liberate that precious knowledge for his own collection.

Time was drawing all too near, and his next guest was clinking and clanking down to his lair.

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Commission:@somefoxhere
Theme: Demonic Contracts

2024

~Age