Male (homosexual)

Sorry about that previous page. Anyway, your name is Cam Reinber. Twenty-one years old, college student. Your roommate is named Jordan Ramirez. Now that the introductions are done, let's get into the actual story...

"Taerius, you seemed disturbed," Xiq whispered softly. "Is there something amiss?"

Taerius focused on one of his clawed fingers, making it glow a pale orange. He touched the wall with his glowing claw to stop the lava flow before turning back to Xiq. "The same as the last time you asked. I cannot stop thinking about the humans."

Xiq audibly snorted in contempt. "I will never understand your fascination with humans. They represent all the worst traits a being can possess. Idiotic. Self-centered. Perverted. Malicious. Pathetic."

A gleam appeared in Taerius's metallic eye. "I would wager that humans are far greater than you give them credit for."

Xiq was skeptical, but if she had one fatal flaw, she would admit it was her inability to resist a challenge. "Very well. Convince me, however you see fit."

You sit in your bathroom with a book in hand. You look up when a voice says "Hello, there."

"Oh, hey," you say. In front of you is some sort of monster. Though he's shaped like a human, his skin is jagged and doesn't quite fit his body right, like a mix between loose gravel and crumpled paper. He is grinning a grin wider than the rest of his face.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he says. "My name is Taerius, and I'm a demon. You?"

"Cam. Cam Reinber."

"Nice to meet you, Cam-Cam Reinber," Taerius laughs. He snaps his fingers, and a chair appears behind him. He sits down. "So, you're probably wondering why I'm here. Here's the deal: How would you like supernatural powers?"

You shrug. "Sure. I'm game."

Taerius does a double-take. "Seriously? I mean, um..." He coughs, then regains his composure. "Now... there is a catch."

"Obviously."

Taerius eyes you suspiciously. "If I were less altruistic, you would already be down one soul and I'd be piloting your body and leading a zombie apocalypse. Anyway, here's the catch. You keep each power for three Earth days, seventy-two hours. During that time, you must use each power in a perverted way."

You lower your eyes and glare at him. "Screw that noise. I. Am not. A pervert." It's a serious thing for you; despite what a lot of people seem to think, no, you're not into children or animals or non-consenting guys. You're not a pervert.

"You already agreed. Since I'm awesome, I'll give you a chance to back out at the end. For now, what's your age, sex, and sexual orientation?"

"I'm twenty-one, male, and gay."

"Alright. So, should you take the deal, when you get your powers, your targets will be men close to your age. Let's say... eighteen to twenty-eight years old. So, with whatever power you have, you have to focus on these men's rears and genitals. Use your power to freely photograph, touch, or taste one of those body parts or the undergarments that cover them, or get them to touch you in a decidedly sensual way. You must do this in such a way that it could not be accomplished without the use of your powers, all without getting caught. This must be done for every power, within every three days. If you fail to do so... I get your soul."

"Okay, the last part was what I guessed from the beginning. The rest... Was not expecting that."

"So... do you accept the Terms and Conditions?"

"Sure. I'm game," you repeat. Taerius was not using the same definition of 'perverted' that you thought he was.

"Excellent." He snaps his fingers again, and a thick leather-bound book appears in his clawed hand. Atop it is a small key. "Use the key to open the book," Taerius explains. "The book will tell you whatever power you have. 'Til next time!"

Taerius vanishes. You take the key and touch it to the side of the book. The book flies open, and you see a word at the top of the page.