Chapter 3 working on name

Worse that the Devil himself?

It's not that much of an exaggeration, I've met Lucifer, Luciel or whatever nickname the sassy brat calls himself these days,and in all honesty he's a really chill guy. Sure there's the whole 'Leading humanity to ruin' thing going against him, but all he's ever done was give them to opportunity.

Theres a phrase I dont really like 'Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely'. From my stand point, I dont agree with that because power does not corrupt, it simply let's the worst aspects of a person come to light because they no longer fear the repercussions.

All people possess a side to them that if shown, would lead to friends and family turning against them. It's the greed that all people have, the want for anything and everything. Power is simply a mean to express said desires and people like myself and Lucy give them a chance to gain said power.

Contract magic is a very special and powerful branch of magic, because under normal circumstances, none who use it would be able to express the amount of power a contract holds. Contracts allow the user to bypass many things, even death itself.

Peter stopped struggling. He seemed to realise that my offer had some truth to it. Of course in a world where someone could I dont know, gain superhuman strength from a dose of radiation lived, someone bringing back the dead might not seem so far fetched.

"Dont answer yet mister Parker", I said while stretching my hand to my side, "I would of course give some validity to my claims."

Rotating my hand to make a portal as I did earlier, I opened a gateway to the scene of a man lying in his bed.

I turned back to Peter, "Harlem, you should remember it correct? Around a year ago, big bad monters running rampant throught the streets, causing the destruction of hundreds of lives? This," I said while gesturing to the person in the bed, "Is some of the aftermath."

I turned back to the spider who was looking at me carefully, "You can follow if you want.", I said, "Just know, if you walk away now, you might never get this chance again."

I dispelled the chains and stood beside the gateway. After some internal conflict, the spiderman walked towards me.

I grinned, "Good choice."

Peter followed behind me, and we appeared in front of a man, sleeping in his bed, next to him was a wheelchair, and some photos of him with others. The only thing that stood out, was that in these pictures, he was standing.

I walked next to the bed, Peter watching silently behind me, and started poking the man.

"Hey...hey...hey", I whispered with each poke.

The man who slowly opened his eyes, bolted up when he saw me. He scrabbled away, falling off the bed as he did so, exposing two stumps where his legs once were.

"I'm here to help you", I told the cowering man, "For a price of course."

"I-I-I don't have much m-m-money." he stammered, "Everything I have in the apartment is in the closet safe."

I sighed, "Why does everyone think I'm a baddie?"

"What's your happiest memory?" I asked him

"W-What?" he asked

"If you weren't already missing your legs, I'd threaten to shoot them after a whole debacle about what being a country but I really dont want to do that."

I squatted down to face the man cowering on the floor.

"I will ask again, what is your happiest memory?"

He thought for a few seconds, "I got a scholarship to got to university...It was for basketball. I came to visit my parents in Harlem to celebrate but... there was the Hulk incident and now..."

"It got real sour didn't it?"

He gave me a slow nod.

I got up and stretched my legs.

"This might be a little tricky", I said to myself, "Normally it might be enough but the relation to the bad memory... I'll take some high school sweethearts and a few birthdays to even it out."

I snapped my fingers and the symbols from earlier appeared, pulsing as they grew in power. My eyes started glowing, as my voice deepened.

"Will you, give up the happiest memories of your life, in exchange for the ability to walk once more?"

He hesitated for less than a second, before speaking a simple word, "Yes."

I smiled, "And so it is done."

I snapped my fingers, the symbols rushed together, forming lines of text. The words burned before splitting into two separate sheets of paper, with the terms of agreement written on them. The man reached out his hand, and once the touched the sheet, a small drop of blood came from his fingertips and dropped on the page.

Blinding light erupted from the page and when it dimmed, the man was shakily standing on his legs. He tripped and crashed face first into the bed, but proved that his legs were functioning.

"Take a few days and you should be running, by next month, you should be able to play basket ball." I said while creating another gateway, "Are you coming?" I asked the spiderman who was staring dumbstruck at the man attempting to stand.

I snapped my fingers again, causing the gateway to move in Peter's direction swallowing him up before walking into it myself.

We landed back on the roof top where Peter had seemed to finish processing what had happened.

I raised a hand to stop his questions.

"Before you agree to anything, you should at least know the price. This is going to be a little different that what you just saw, it's going to be a bit more expensive. I'm not going to take your memories, your legs, or even your soul. Why? Because you're a hero you always put others before yourself. So, in exchange for saving uncle Ben, you're going to lose the abilities to save anyone else."

I looked at him, letting my words sink in, "In exchange for saving uncle Ben, you will have to give up ever having the chance to become Spiderman, meaning everyone you saved during your super hero career...will die."