57 Underworld Of Roses V

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Chapter 55: Underworld Of Roses V

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The bug took a closer look only to jerk back in stupefaction, "Heee! Why do you have that!!? How you touch?"

"What? I just stole it from a museum, and I shouldn't be the only person who touched it... I guess I should be the only one to touch it with bare hands? Why? should I be dead?"

"Ahem, ye no. nevermind." Beelzebub got his wits back, seemingly not embarrassed at all with his prior actions, "You should either be ashes right now or be a soulless doll. Perhaps that didn't happen because it's only a single piece, so it's not effective."

Beelzebub seemed to realize that he spoke too much a little too late as got back to the main subject, "Unfortunately, I can not do that. Bringing them all here in one place may have some unforeseen consequences, and it will certainly alert someone."

"Someone?" Ian questioned.

"Pay to know." In a demon's fashion, Beelzebub spoke without any shame on his face.

"Oh, you must mean Trigon? The weird lady back in the tomb spoke his name once she was the words on the paper. He must be important for even a hell lord to fear him."

Ian pointed out, he really doesn't remember much about Trigon at all, so gaining information about him is necessary. Now, he was even more hell-bent on acquiring the rest of the pieces, knowing for a fact that the scroll can be useful to him.

"Don't speak that name even one more time. Do you understand?" Beelzebub spoke solemnly with a stern tone. Ian even noticed him flinching at the name of the being.

"Sure, so what's the alternative? Are you even useful for anything?" Ian curiously questioned, not worried about the bug's words at all, as all things should be.

"Of course, there is an alternative. There is always an alternative... I can tell you where they are, that's the furthest I can go." He didn't seem bothered by Ian's words. One would think otherwise, but he didn't take them to heart, quite the strange thing indeed.

"Ok this is a scam. Do you really expect me to trade my big pure, and tasty soul for just that?" Ian countered with exasperation.

"You're smart, so tell me what you want, and it's not like you were gonna ask only for the pieces of paper now, did you? I shall meet your demands as long as they don't go above a certain point."

The bug grinned with its deviant mouth. Ian didn't know how troublesome bringing the papers to him would be, so he naturally wouldn't have been satisfied with just that.

"No, I am not smart at all. I just think a lot, and I'm easily satisfied, so all I want is the pieces of the scroll and knowledge. As much knowledge as you can give, densely packed in a book, mostly about demonic things such as rituals, symbols, and anything about Hell and heaven."

Ian spoke after contemplating for a bit, seeming like he had come up with this just now.

"Na na na, too much, way too much. Let's set a limit we can agree on. You pleased me, so five hundred pages should be more than enough for you mortals." Beelzebub grinned almost devilishly.

Ian also smiled in happiness, "Sure, just make sure to make the font size like 1 or something." The bug was silent with no change in its bug-like expression, so Ian added, "No? Perhaps it's too much, so let's make it 12 points Times New Roman style. This is generally how books are written, so it's fair, is it not?"

"... yeah, it's fair as all things should be." The bug murmured without a change in expression.

'Yup, he was definitely trying to scam me. Perhaps every page only has one word? One letter even? Fucking ruthless.' Ian pondered in his mind, but he made sure not to show his thoughts on his expression.

He just watched as the bug lifted its hands and waved them around, bringing to life a large illusionary blaze, seemingly formed by the very fire of hell.

That fire slowly started changing and twisting, as if it was reversing in time, going from pure hellish fire to ashes that then assembled into an ancient piece of paper. It was almost entirely filled with words, written entirely in the demonic tongue.

"Let's seal the deal, and get this over with. You must be dying to get what you desire, so just slip a single drop of blood on it, and we'll both be bound by the terms." Beelzebub spoke as if he doesn't have much time to waste.

"Hmm? I want to read the contract first." Ian eyed Beelzebub strangely as if he was looking at a lowlife.

However, Beelzebub's simple actions actually work the majority of the time. Here you are standing before a disgusting demon, a lump of flesh. He had just done something frightening, forming a piece of paper out of hellishly terrorizing fire.

He reminded you of what you desire, and he specifically pointed out that the only thing stopping you from getting it is a single drop of blood.

The demon is in a hurry, and who knows what might happen if you waste its time. The fact that the demon can't do much to you if the ritual was performed correctly might've slipped from your mind.

His words reverberate through your mind, you both are bound by the terms, it's a fact, so it's okay to go through with it. It's all fair... Indeed it's except for the simple fact that the terms were written by the devil himself.

It's simple psychology, just one of the many tricks the inhabitants of hell use to deceive

"Of course, you wouldn't trust me, but don't you think I know it's useless to try deceiving someone who's already prepared?" Beelzebub still acted calmly and spoke with a cold tone.

"Glad you know," Ian entirely ignored the second part, "You know what they say about the devil... It's something like... You don't Amm? Bla bla bla something I don't remember. Anyway..."

There was a very faint red hue on Ian's cheeks, seemingly embarrassed, 'Fuck I should've searched for the quote... Well, whatever.'

To alleviate his embarrassment, he started looking through the piece of paper hovering in the air, he ignored the bug's existence and focused on studying every nock and cranny of the contract.

"Hmm, change this so that the knowledge you'll give me be something that isn't useless. It has to be something relatively important, not something you consider useless. For example, you can't describe a rock in hell for like 100 pages, similar things aren't allowed."

He then continued to read all the terms, one by one, making sure that not a single loophole that can be used against him remained.

An example was a simple term, Beelzebub will have to tell Ian about the location of the remaining pieces of paper.

"Wow... Change this so that you have to tell me in less than twenty-four hours. I am giving you ample time to do some voodoo shit to find where they are or whatever.

Also, specify what pieces of paper I want. I want the remaining pieces of the dead hell scroll, the remaining pieces of the pieces I showed you a few minutes ago." Ian then continued to specify several other things, making sure there is no mistake in what he wanted.

That went on for a staggering 4 hours! It was unnecessary, but Ian kept reminding himself that he's not smart and that he should think more, and that he did.

He thought about every possibility of every option yet Beelzebub's expression remained unchanged, he was strangely unfazed. That however didn't last for long as Ian spoke the holy words that made the bug flinch.

"Nice, very nice. It should all be perfect. Like what a nice deal isn't it? Just one last term, a very fair term... Any term or even anything written in this contract I can't see or understand is invalid."

Ian released a bright sunny smile at the bug, waiting for the latter to do what he said, and he did as the words wrote themselves on the paper. By the time they were done, the contract became totally different from how it was at first.

Ian brought a needle from his pocket, and pierced the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood slip on the contract, "Phew, quite the lucky ba... Demon you are, getting to have my big pure and tasty soul."

Perhaps even Beelzebub felt awkward after that because he hastily spoke in a grand stern tone, "Let the pact come to life, bounding us by its terms until the promised day. Then I shall have the last laugh." He disappeared directly after, leaving only ashes in his place and darkness as the candles turned off.

Ian didn't speak but just started cleaning the place, specifically destroying the symbols just in case the Hell lord can still hear and see him through them.

"Pffft Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaahahaha." He laughed like a maniac while cleaning the tears in his eyes, tears of mischief and amusement, 'That was incredibly fun. I am really looking forward to dying and my soul getting collected... Yeah, right. I wonder though, how many more deals can I make with my soul... They will be so mad, holy fuck I will be a menace to hell.'

Ian contemplated the words on the dead hell scroll. The original words seemed to describe Heaven and hell, but mostly talk down on heaven.

The disturbing words on the other hand were written by Trigon and looked down on both heaven and hell alike... The scroll reeks of his vileness and conceit because the most prominent word on it was his name.

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