“If I survive can I go home?” He said tired drained but he made a deal with me..he made a deal with the devil or well..a demon? I’m not sure I don’t care really, I was born to make deals with people and feast on the dreams, it was sad but easy I looked normal minus the red eyes many got tripped up on they were a brownish red which made it less obvious but still i went to school went home and in my free time took souls. He begged for me to stop but this is what he wanted, he wished to be strong and to be strong I was breaking him down bit by bit, he wanted to go home stupid I wasn’t done with him yet he was bleeding out sweeping screaming crying but he was getting stronger both physically and I’m sure mentally I mean I had no monkeys paw or nothin you’d get what you what no matter how vague I could look in your heart to see what you truely wanted It just was painful mainly cuz that’s how I ate that’s how WE ate. I had a notebook where I wrote it down meaning you could make a deal with me it just wasn’t official til it was signed in and he waited days which made it more painful as he let the dream simmer get more exciting, I warned him I’m not a bad demon I’m not a mean one at all..selfish? Yea, hungry? Always, cruel? Not really but I have a different set of rules to decide that so I shrug and watch him as I ate.