Chapter 16: The First Contract
Chapter 16: The First Contract
Oliver leaned in, breath slightly shaky but voice steady, and whispered into the demon's ear. Just a few words—but enough to freeze Accra mid-motion.
The demon's glowing eyes widened like burning coals. Slowly, he turned his head toward the boy.
"You... do you even understand what you're promising?" Accra's voice came low, almost reverent—an ancient rumble laced with caution.
Oliver nodded. "I'm promising to make you a Demon King."
The room fell into silence. Amid the death and dark Aether, even the shadows seemed to still.
Accra narrowed his eyes. "Explain."
"I understand your kind," Oliver said, voice firmer now. "Demons enjoy it, but you don't rise through chaos. You actually rise through fulfilled contracts. The more you complete, the more powerful you become. But it's not just about numbers—it's quality."
He limped a step forward, pain coursing through the leg Sir Bolton had crushed, and he had stabbed. But he didn't fall.
"A contract's quality depends on the bloodline of the contractor, the stakes involved, the power risked, and the clarity of the rules. A high-ranking contract is like a beacon. It's proof that you're worthy to ascend."
Accra's jaw tensed. He stared at the child like he was seeing something forbidden.