The Contract

Chapter 1

„I want strawberries, Dante", I told my demonic servant and took another nip of the hot coffee. Dante appeared next to my chair out of nowhere, one of his hands resting on my neck, almost caressing the necklace he had slept in.

„Is it really necessary to call a demon to get yourself some strawberries?", he asked and sighed. I didn't pay attention to his question and continued writing down random words on the piece of paper before me. It was a habit I developed since having Dante by my side.

„You really haven't change the littlest bit since that day, have you?", he asked, shoved his frameless glasses back got up to get me strawberries out of the fridge.

„Don't forget to cut them. And make them sweet", I told him. When I looked up, a bowl of strawberries stood before me and Dante sat on a chair in front of me, his head resting on his hands he smirked at me. His fair, silver hair covered half of his face so I could only see his left amber eye. I began eating the strawberries Dante had prepared for me, but his gaze gave me creeps.

„What are you staring at, stupid?", I asked him. This idiot of a demon was such an annoyance I almost couldn't believe it. Others would call him „hot" or „attractive", maybe, but to me he was nothing but my demon servant that I had made a contract with two years ago in order to get my revenge and then sell my soul to him.

„Nothing, my master", he said. His face turned serious, then. „I'm afraid we have work, Yuki." I didn't react, waiting for him to continue and explain the mission I had been given.

„There was a demon sighted near London Bridge. It has killed three people and some wild animals so far; as it seems, it's without a master, so it shouldn't be a problem for you, even without me."

„You're planning on letting me kill the demon without coming along?", I asked. He shook his head, grinning again.

„No, master, how could I leave you alone? I'm coming with you, of course", he answered and stood up. I sighed. When did I start working as a demon hunter while keeping one myself? I had killed a few because they came after me and suddenly, people had begun hiring me to do it. Well, I could gain a little bit of money doing it, so I didn't really care as long as I could pay for the small, dilapidated apartment that lay in the middle of an abandoned place so I didn't even have to worry about any neighbours.

I got up and went upstairs to get changed. There was a room I more or less shared with Dante, since he almost lived inside my necklace – or rather collar. It was actually a black band around my neck with a deep red stone secured with steel. I got rid of trousers and shirt to slip into a short, black skirt and a black tank top. Then I put on overknee socks and gun belts around ly right leg and waist. My long, black hair were tied to a ponytail so that it wouldn't bother me killing the demon. My eyes went over the countless weapons inside my room; swords, knives, kunais, guns, everything I had been able to gather the last two years in order to survive in this world full of demons I had known nothing of when I had been alive... I mean, truly alive. After I had made the contract, demons had started to hunt me for some reason. Since I bore a grudge against almost everything I was almost grateful for this opportunity to take out my anger on the filth I had been afraid of. Before I had learned to fight, Dante had always protected me; I had hated it. Being in debt, owing, being helpless. Of course, I didn't owe Dante anything since he was my servant and he would eventually get my soul, but I had felt that way for a rather long time.

„Are you ready, my master?", he asked, suddenly standing at the door. I slipped into my boots and a comfortable jacket I got at the black market and took two guns, several knives and the small stick that was a really precious weapon to me. It looked like a pen or something like that, but it was formidable.