Dancing with the Devil

Prologue

  There was silence in the big room. It was empty safe for a boy in black clothing who looked insignificantly small compared to the size and power it held. Nevertheless, the boy didn't seem to know that, or he didn't care. His body radiated pure, demanding confidence. In fact, he was screaming something into the seemingly never ending darkness of the halls.

As if he had known what would happen he didn't falter even a little bit when the dead silence was broken by heels echoing on the black tiled floor and walls, moving towards his direction.

Just centimetres before the creature approaching him would have stepped out of the shadows the footsteps paused.

"Welcome" a deep voice said. "What has brought you here?"
"I want to speak to you" the boy said. His confidence from earlier had lessend slightly. No doubt, now that he had technically reached his goal he was questioning his idea.

"Usually it's me who approaches people", the devil said. "What do you want?" His voice sounded derogatory yet you could hear the slight amusement.

'Finally', the boy thought and he said: "Lend me your power"

"And make my life more interesting"