"Imp, what are these new conditions you've added. It sounds a little unfair."
"Well there have to be consequences if you don't comply to what we've agreed on. Trust me, you would much rather those conditions than if I didn't write them and you break a demonic contract that was much more absolute."
"What would happen without them then?" Katarina frowned, not convinced.
"Well, your soul would be instantly separated from your body and it would become the property of Xallia, pretty much eternal damnation. It is much better this way, trust me." The imp, or rather Xeblec stopped paying attention to her, casually checking underneath his nails.
"Fine but how about a time limit?"
"There is a time limit, when Lord Xandius dies."
"No, I meant one that doesn't require us killing your so called Lord Xandius. How about one week?"
Xeblec roared with laughter. His little hands held his stomach and he bent over, wheezing as he gasped for breath as he laughed uncontrollably.
"Uhhh... Did I say something funny?"
"1 WEEK? HAHAHAHAHA. YOU THIN- HAHAHA - THINK YOU CAN KI- HAHAHAHA KILL LORD XANDIUS IN A WEEK!" Still laughing he dropped to the floor and started rolling around on his back. Katarina gave the imp a flat stare, just waiting.
Xeblec eventually stopped laughing and he sat up wheezing. He still giggled to himself though occasionally. He took a deep breath, struggling not to smile.
"Uhhhh, how about a month?" Katarina asked.
Xeblec didn't say a word, though he was still sniggering to himself. He waved a hand and the contract lengthed. There was a new contidion now.
"7. This contract is void after the duration of 3 months."
Still skeptical, Katarina shot the demon a dirty look. "3 months seems like a long time," she said.
"Take it or leave it girl, you won't kill him without me though, I promise you that."
"Fine got a quill?"
A red feather appeared in her hand with what was a very sharp looking tip.
"Just stab yourself with it first, has to be in blood for the magic to work."
Katarina looked at the feather in her hand. She wasn't entirely comfortable with this but it seemed like the only way to save everyone and keep them safe in the future. She had to make the hard decision.
Quill in hand, she stabbed her left forearm and pinched the wound. A little of her blood welled up and she dipped the quill into it. She signed the contract.
"Katarina Lewin"
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