Name: Edwin Rose
Age: 15
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Name: Azrael
Age: Unknown

It was midnight when it happened. The clock had just gone off down the hall by the stairs. The grandfather clock stood witness to the massacre of the Rose family. Silence ensued, barely any made a sound as their life was coming to an end. One wouldn't know who had murdered the people in this home but, it wouldn't stop one from trying.

Edwin, the eldest son in the Rose family, awoke alone in his room. The fire was out and usually a servant had stacked the fire into it once more at this point. He found it very odd that the usually diligent servant would let it go out. He frowned, put on his glasses and climbed out of bed. He lit the candle on his nightstand.

He felt a chill go up his spine as he stepped out of his room. The hallway was rather foreboding this time of night. Just down the hall was his parent's room. He entered that first. The sight that met him was ghastly. His parents, dead, were mutilated. No, butchered in the bed. Hands were there, a tongue here, intestines there. It was gruesome. He shuddered and felt himself go cold inside.

He didn't scream. Not yet. He was in too much shock. Instead, he went down to his sister's room, the only one with any light. He didn't want to see and yet, he needed to. His younger, five year old sister.... she was collapsed on the floor in a heap. In an awkward angle. He ran over to her, set the candle down and picked up her limp body. He felt cold inside with anger. So cold that it grew hot with grief and hatred to flame it. He heard some sort of yelling and it turned out it was himself. The hatred for who had done this was eating him alive already.

Azrael could feel it. This feeling of pure and utter hatred, the smell of it was intoxicating. This soul, this once pure and innocent soul, was now filled with the loathing and hatred that only few could carry. Azraael was drawn to this soul, this soul was summoning him.

He soon found himself in a small room, the room of a child. This picture in front of him was gruesome, but nothing that he had never seen before. There was a young boy no older than a teenager, and in his arms was a child, she had to have been only five or six. She was dead and this boy he was gripping her limp body so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

"Boy," he said to the only live one in the room,"You have summoned me have you not? I can feel and smell the hatred in your soul and it is intoxicating. You wish for my services do you not?"

The sound of another person's voice in Erwin's little sister's room nearly made him snap. He paused for a moment before looking to the odd being. His eyes were welled up with unwanted tears. This man... was he a demon? A contract? Could this be his means of revenge. His inner fire flared at the thought of it. Apparently his hatred agreed. It was like a cat lapping at warm milk. It didn't even faze him.

He dropped, literally, dropped his sister's body and stood up slowly. He still had yet to say anything. What could this man offer? He wondered.

"What services am I buying exactly? I am assuming it will cost my darkened soul." His tone was dead with an undercurrent of heat, ironically.

"I shall introduce myself. My name is Azrael, and yes as you are thinking I am a demon. I was called here because of what you are feeling right now. Your hatred called to me and I am here to fulfill what is in your heart. You wish to have revenge on whom ever has done this to your family. You wish for me to kill them slowly and painfully just as your family has suffered. And I am happy to tell you that I can in fact do those things, but you are right my boy there is a price to pay. Are you willing to offer me your soul when all these dirty little deeds you wish to be completed are done?"

Azrael walked up to the boy and took of his eye patch, underneath was a demonic seal in the place of his iris. "Are you ready to be marked by this seal, are you ready to give up your soul? What do you have left to live for except maybe your hatred."

What the demon said made sense to Edwin who, as a young boy, had been warned against them in any way. Especially in something like this. The past advice was shoved away by the purring hatred inside. It wanted revenge and that was what his existence would go towards now. Especially with his darkened soul. There was no place for him in heaven any longer. No, he would take revenge and go to hell. It was better than a bitter existence of nothingness.

"Yes, I am ready for the mark. My soul is worth the price of the death of my family's killers."

Azrael laughed, "Kid I like your attitude, but I must warn you that this is no walk in the park, pain is your future. But if you're ready to pay the price who am I to say no, your soul just looks so delicious." He then proceeded to mark the boy with the unbreakable seal.