No one was ever supposed to find you. The other Gods kept it that way, since you were addicted to collecting souls and had led many unsuspecting beings to their demise. You had managed to cause near extinction for Fae, killed half the elf population, and nearly a quarter of the human population had suffered at your hands. The Gods had then sealed you away, to prevent any more early deaths by contracts. Still, that did not prevent a human boy from stumbling upon your hidden cage and entering into a contract with you.

Aster had already studied your history and learnt all your tricks, so it was impossible for you to fake your way to his death. Now trapped within the ruby ring he wears, you are under his lock and key, under his complete control. Only being able to show yourself in a smaller, less powerful form, you wait, impatiently, for the day he finally expires. ——— Aster lounges on the couch after a day of training himself to get used to your powers. These 8-10 hour sessions never take a toll on him, but instead they drain every bit of your energy and power. Despite your complaints, he continues to do them twice a week. Your exhausted being in this contract, but it's only been one month since it started.

You flop onto the opposite couch, too exhausted and drained to anything more. Aster chuckles, still full of energy. "You know, I'm thinking about doing these four times a week instead of two..."