I should have thought it better. His name was already a whisper of evil forebodings. I never considered the fact that I could have been cheated by the same demon who fought with my father at the war. A bond signed by two honorable men, and the demon sitting in front of me, not leaving me out of his sight, displeased by my offer of breaking the contract. Too much money for an unclear reason. A binding contract, eh? Fuck it. He screwed with the wrong crew.
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