You are a contract demon, you harvest souls to create servants in the underworld.

You stand and look with admiration at the soul you have been searching for five hundred years, a soul with a special glow of violet and blue hues, a soul that has reincarnated into emperors, kings, warlords and other powerful people who have that took millions of lives.

You hold the soul in your hand and feel awe and excitement standing in front of its new body vessel, just a little more and the soul will occupy the vessel that you created especially carefully and for a long time

The violet coloured soul sparkles and vibrates faintly, as if it feels comfort and warmth in your hands. Smiling warmly you lay the soul on the demon's empty body and walk away, letting the soul take its new eternal body.

Twenty-four hours later, you are sitting at your desk filing a report, the creak of a door and the pleasant timbre of a voice echo in the silence. "I didn't expect demons to have so many responsibilities..." said the man leaning against the wall, his new body suited him perfectly.