The contract Jake made with me that night was fairly simple. I will make you love me and then I will try not to kill you.
This devil whispered sweetly to me from the heart of the flames. I will lend you one of my finest and in return, God will give me one of his flock.
I hoped there was a loophole I could exploit, perhaps my less than lily-white soul wouldn’t count as payment, but then I remembered how manic my life could be. There would be a low point where I would welcome weakness and happily pay the Devil in full.
Life started over again for me that night. Jake wanted ice cream and steak. After all, he had given me. I couldn’t refuse him anything.
We set out into the city nightlife to satisfy his cravings. These burrows are known to be dangerous at night but he was a beautiful flesh and blood predator dressed in a dark suit armed with several knives, a full money clip, and a perfect smile. I draped my arm over his and with a sideways grin and I accepted all his terms in full.
We would leave the city after a good meal and a few phone calls. It was made plain to me that I could never return, that sacrifice didn’t bother me. Jake wanted something perverse from me, a thing so weak I had folded it up and tucked it away a long time ago — he wanted me to love him.