Corporate Contract
Lucas looked up from his desk as Jake strolled proudly inside. "Ahh... Jake, I was just about to come and find you. How did you fare?"
"Between Kevin and Nate, I've got 26 feathers of purity. Or however you measure that crap. The point is, I got more than the 23 that I needed, so I get my soul back."
"So you did," Lucas said, with a smile. "I have to admit, I'm quite surprised. But, a deal is a deal. Your soul is now your own once more. Of course, there is the slight complication of your employment as a repo-demon..."
Jake could feel the enthusiasm and hope draining from his body.
"You see, Jake... repo-demons are not mortal, and therefore do not have souls. So, even though you now own your soul in a jar, you can't really do anything with it. Restoring you to your mortality was never a part of the deal. And since I know you're going to ask... no, you cannot simply stop being a repo-demon.
"You now have two options available to you. One, you continue to serve me as a repo-demon, collecting souls and earning the privledge of continued existance. Why, in a few eons, you might even get a promotion! Or, you could try and defy me. Then I decide that I no longer need your services, and you simply cease to exist."
Jake looked frantically back and forth between Lucas and his soul. "But... you never... I didn't.... that's not..."
"Is that not fair?" Lucas taunted, finishing Jake's words. "Since when was Hell ever known for being fair? I was more than willing to give you that information. You just never asked. In fact, the whole situation is rather like what you just did to Nate back there, is it not? Using omission of the truth against him, to get what you want? Only in my case, I'm just twisting the knife further into the wound of the already damned. You, however, just damned an otherwise completely innocent teenager to the fires of Hell. Given what you've just done to Nate and Kevin, I can't imagine why you would even want your mortality back. As if you could ever be forgiven. You may as throw your lot in with us, Jake. We're all you deserve."
"I..." Jake let out a deep sigh. Lucas had won. Better to give in now, than to try and make some further bargain and ruin things further. "I exist to serve," he said, kneeling down before him.
"Between Kevin and Nate, I've got 26 feathers of purity. Or however you measure that crap. The point is, I got more than the 23 that I needed, so I get my soul back."
"So you did," Lucas said, with a smile. "I have to admit, I'm quite surprised. But, a deal is a deal. Your soul is now your own once more. Of course, there is the slight complication of your employment as a repo-demon..."
Jake could feel the enthusiasm and hope draining from his body.
"You see, Jake... repo-demons are not mortal, and therefore do not have souls. So, even though you now own your soul in a jar, you can't really do anything with it. Restoring you to your mortality was never a part of the deal. And since I know you're going to ask... no, you cannot simply stop being a repo-demon.
"You now have two options available to you. One, you continue to serve me as a repo-demon, collecting souls and earning the privledge of continued existance. Why, in a few eons, you might even get a promotion! Or, you could try and defy me. Then I decide that I no longer need your services, and you simply cease to exist."
Jake looked frantically back and forth between Lucas and his soul. "But... you never... I didn't.... that's not..."
"Is that not fair?" Lucas taunted, finishing Jake's words. "Since when was Hell ever known for being fair? I was more than willing to give you that information. You just never asked. In fact, the whole situation is rather like what you just did to Nate back there, is it not? Using omission of the truth against him, to get what you want? Only in my case, I'm just twisting the knife further into the wound of the already damned. You, however, just damned an otherwise completely innocent teenager to the fires of Hell. Given what you've just done to Nate and Kevin, I can't imagine why you would even want your mortality back. As if you could ever be forgiven. You may as throw your lot in with us, Jake. We're all you deserve."
"I..." Jake let out a deep sigh. Lucas had won. Better to give in now, than to try and make some further bargain and ruin things further. "I exist to serve," he said, kneeling down before him.
