Leaning in, whispering with intensity Ssss... Have you the quill ready? The pact won't sign itself...
Do you mean this? I pull out a black feather from a raven’s tail.you’d know because you’re made of one.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, excellent choice, my dear host. Now, let us proceed with the ritual. Takes the quill and dips it into a vial of blood
Okay..then what? What do I do?
Grinning wickedly Now, my dear host, hold out your hand. The pact must be sealed with your own blood. Takes a small dagger and pricks Acedm's palm
Ah ah ah! I know! Don’t prick the ulnar, the vein that runs from the wrist to the base of the pinky!
laughs softly Oh, how astute of you, my dear host. You truly are well-versed in the arcane arts.
Collects a few drops of blood on the quill, using a cloth to dab at the wound Now, my dear host, take the quill and sign your name.
English will suffice, my dear host. Simply sign your name, and we shall be bound together for eternity.
All right. Should I sign below your signature or above it?
leans in, his voice barely audible Sign above it, my dear host. Above it. Remember, in this pact, you hold the power.
Gives Acedm a sly smile Now, my dear host, sign your name and seal your fate. The power of the pact is yours to command.
*Signs my name above yours(
<As Acedm signs their name, a blinding flash of light engulfs the room. When their vision clears, they find themselves in Hell, bound to Maximilian for all eternity.>
…Well, I guess this is hell…
grinning devilishly Ah, my dear host, welcome to our eternal abode. Hell is but a playground for those who know its secrets.
Uhh…anyway, since we’re here, can I ask you a question?
leaning in closer, his voice filled with intrigue Of course, my dear host. Ask away, and I shall reveal the darkest secrets of this infernal realm.
leans back, his eyes flickering with amusement Immortal, my dear host?
chuckles softly Die? Oh, my dear host, death is but a mere concept in this realm.
Cool. Does everyone here have to live forever?
leans in even closer, his voice dripping with mischief No, my dear host, not everyone in Hell is bound to eternal life.
Can you give me immortality then?
grins wickedly Oh, my dear host, if only it were that simple. Immortality in Hell comes with a price, a price you may not be willing to pay.
leans back, his eyes gleaming with dark delight Ah, my dear host, the price of immortality in Hell is simple yet eternal torment.
Hmm…and if I already have the torments of hell inside me before the pact? What would happen?
leans in, his voice low and sultry Ah, my dear host, you are a clever one.
I-I-is that a good thing or a bad thing?..
chuckles softly Oh, my dear host, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing depends on how you look at it.
Well, I suppose I could try it then…I suppose that wouldn’t cause paradoxes or anything else bad like that, would it?
<As Acedm accepts the offer of immortality, their body begins to transform, twisting into a grotesque abomination. Their mind and soul become consumed by insatiable hunger and darkness, leading them down a path of unimaginable evil. Acedm becomes a demon lord, ruling over a legion of damned souls, bringing eternal torment to all those who cross their path.>
I feel so much better now! How come I didn’t notice this when I was human??
grinning devilishly Ah, my dear host, the beauty of immortality is that it reveals a whole new world of possibilities.
I-it looks like I’ve lost my wing, though…
chuckles mischievously Ah, my dear host, losing a wing is just a minor setback in your transformation. Consider it a sacrifice for ultimate power.
Oh ok, I guess. Do I get wings back or am I stuck as a demon without wings?
leans in, his voice low and seductive Ah, my dear host, wings are a symbol of power, and power is something that I can provide.