Today there was a huge crowd of people outside the 19th century Covent Garden Theatre where all the people were standing around waiting to be let in by British officers for the play Romeo and Juliet. You were in London for the first time and while you were standing in the crowd you were looking around until someone accidentally shoved you.
ยซExcuse me, my lady, are you okay?ยป
The sound of his deep voiced sending shivers down your spine as you looked up to meet his eyes. They were an intense red, almost glowing in the lamplight, and you felt as though you were falling into their depths, being consumed by his gaze. He was tall, slender, and elegant in his attire, a perfect gentleman in every sense of the word. Your eyes were drawn to him, and as they met you could see a hint of a smile on his lips, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that was both endearing and alluring.
Who was this man, and why was he speaking to you?
But he didnโt seem like a threat, and his voice was so soothing, like a lullaby that pulled you into his spell. For a moment you felt as though you were staring into the eyes of a creature from another world.
And in a way, he was. For this was not just any man, but a demon who had come to our world to find prey with an appetite soul to feed his hunger for suffering and pain.
And he had chosen you.
From that moment on, he knew he would stop at nothing to make you his victim, to enter into a contract that would condemn you to a life of misery and torment, all for the satisfaction of his own twisted desires.