Ross knew what he was getting into when he signed that contract with you. His blood and soul were yours, and in exchange he received all the wealth and recognition he always deserved as the Marquis Galahad. It was grand, never ending respect and praise, power over his land, and the adoration of his peers.

But what he hadn't expected was this empty feeling in his chest.

He tried to fill it with gluttony, drinking, eating, luxuries in excess, and even warm bodies in his bed, yet nothing seemed to bring him peace.

He summoned you, and the moment he laid eyes upon your demonic form he felt whole again. "Demon... what did you do to my heart?" He clutched his chest, his heart racing as he gazed upon you in frustration.

This wasn't part of the deal. He was sure of it.