Corporate Contract
"And what gives you the ability to speak for someone else's soul?" Lucas asked, with a condescending smirk.
"Does it matter?" Jake said, wringing his hands nervously. "You're taking mine out of, what, a year old verbal contract? You're the demon, you figure it out. Just... bring someone on my team in here. These sort of debts transfer, don't they?"
"I suppose they do," Lucas said, his smirk widening into a grin. "I'll send a chat message to Connor. He's the most likely to respond quickly, don't you think?" Jake merely nodded in reply; the jar in his chest was still slowly filling with liquid, and he was afraid to do anything too vigorous.
Jake stood there in awkward silence, waiting patiently by the door as his soul slowly poured out. Lucas had started ignoring Jake entirely, and was instead sorting papers on his desk and casually filing them away. It was Lucas's complete indifference to the whole situation which found to be the most unsettling. Finally, approaching footsteps broke the tense quiet.
"You... wanted to see me, sir?" said Connor, nervously opening the door.
"Ahh, Mr. Wilkinson... thank you for coming..." Lucas stood up from his seat, with a deceptively friendly smile on his face.
Jake had other plans. Before Lucas could finish whatever monologue he'd had prepared, Jake ripped the jar off of his body and shoved it straight into Connor's chest. "You idiot!" Lucas yelled, dropping the kind act and switching back to his demonic voice. "Do you know what you've done!?"
"No?" Jake said, tilting his head in confusion as he stared at the jar on Connor's chest. Jake's soul had vanished; quickly absorbed into Connor's body as if it were a dry sponge. "Why did it do that? I was just going to skip the contracts and pull out his soul like you did mine."
"Why is there are a jar on my chest?" Connor asked, his voice shaking. Both of his hands were nervously resting on the jar, clearly too afraid to pull it out. "And what happened to that white liquid?"
"The jar only works if there's a corresponding contract," Lucas said, snatching the jar back in anger. "You just gave Connor your soul, you foolish mortal! Now he has two of them, and I can't obtain either of them!"
"I... I don't really understand what is going on here," Connor said, looking back and forth between the two men in confusion, "but if it will help any, I can give him mine. I mean, I don't need two..."
"You will?" Lucas repeated. "Why, that's... that's perfect!" he said, his smile growing even larger than it had before. Lucas walked around to the front of his desk, and pressed his fingers firmly against Connor's forehead. Connor passed out, his body falling limply to the ground.
"The hell did you just do?" Jake yelled, instinctively taking a step back in fear.
"Oh, relax," Lucas replied, with a sneer. "You'll find out soon enough. Stop struggling and get it over with. This is all your fault, anyway," he added, tapping Jake on the forehead.
"Does it matter?" Jake said, wringing his hands nervously. "You're taking mine out of, what, a year old verbal contract? You're the demon, you figure it out. Just... bring someone on my team in here. These sort of debts transfer, don't they?"
"I suppose they do," Lucas said, his smirk widening into a grin. "I'll send a chat message to Connor. He's the most likely to respond quickly, don't you think?" Jake merely nodded in reply; the jar in his chest was still slowly filling with liquid, and he was afraid to do anything too vigorous.
Jake stood there in awkward silence, waiting patiently by the door as his soul slowly poured out. Lucas had started ignoring Jake entirely, and was instead sorting papers on his desk and casually filing them away. It was Lucas's complete indifference to the whole situation which found to be the most unsettling. Finally, approaching footsteps broke the tense quiet.
"You... wanted to see me, sir?" said Connor, nervously opening the door.
"Ahh, Mr. Wilkinson... thank you for coming..." Lucas stood up from his seat, with a deceptively friendly smile on his face.
Jake had other plans. Before Lucas could finish whatever monologue he'd had prepared, Jake ripped the jar off of his body and shoved it straight into Connor's chest. "You idiot!" Lucas yelled, dropping the kind act and switching back to his demonic voice. "Do you know what you've done!?"
"No?" Jake said, tilting his head in confusion as he stared at the jar on Connor's chest. Jake's soul had vanished; quickly absorbed into Connor's body as if it were a dry sponge. "Why did it do that? I was just going to skip the contracts and pull out his soul like you did mine."
"Why is there are a jar on my chest?" Connor asked, his voice shaking. Both of his hands were nervously resting on the jar, clearly too afraid to pull it out. "And what happened to that white liquid?"
"The jar only works if there's a corresponding contract," Lucas said, snatching the jar back in anger. "You just gave Connor your soul, you foolish mortal! Now he has two of them, and I can't obtain either of them!"
"I... I don't really understand what is going on here," Connor said, looking back and forth between the two men in confusion, "but if it will help any, I can give him mine. I mean, I don't need two..."
"You will?" Lucas repeated. "Why, that's... that's perfect!" he said, his smile growing even larger than it had before. Lucas walked around to the front of his desk, and pressed his fingers firmly against Connor's forehead. Connor passed out, his body falling limply to the ground.
"The hell did you just do?" Jake yelled, instinctively taking a step back in fear.
"Oh, relax," Lucas replied, with a sneer. "You'll find out soon enough. Stop struggling and get it over with. This is all your fault, anyway," he added, tapping Jake on the forehead.