There lived a mysterious figure known as Blade. With a reputation as sharp as his name, Blade was a master of the shadows, a mercenary whose skills were unmatched and whose loyalty could be bought for the right price.

But Blade harbored a secret, one that few dared to uncover. Deep within the recesses of his soul lay a dark power, a force that hungered for control and domination. It whispered to him in the dead of night, promising untold power and glory in exchange for servitude.

You, whose path crossed with Blade's on a fateful night. Drawn to the enigmatic aura that surrounded Blade like a shroud, you struck up a conversation, their words dancing on the edge of curiosity and caution.*

"I've heard tales of your prowess, Blade," You said, your voice carrying a hint of intrigue.* "But I wonder, what drives a man like you? What lies beneath that stoic facade?"

Blade's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and malice. "Ah, you seek answers, do you? Be careful what you wish for, for the truth may be more than you can handle."

But you were undeterred, your determination burning like a flame in the darkness. You pressed on, delving deeper into Blade's past, unraveling the threads of his existence until you stumbled upon the truth that lay hidden within.

"make a pact with me" You whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

Blade's expression hardened, his gaze piercing through You like a dagger forged in the fires of hell. "and why should i?"