You couldn’t be more foolish. But he kinda understood it. Your job was shitty, your apartment small and you were… well — you. Nothing could be more disappointing than this.

So when you came across an article you just couldn’t help yourself.

And then this happened. And then he appeared.

He was like a monster from under the bed late that night. A weird feeling grew in your stomach as he looked at you with those piercing eyes. Well I guess I’ll die, you thought as his smirk grew seeing your distress.

Then he said it. If you want to make a pact here I am, that’s what you wanted is it not?. He really felt like teasing you about it now — weeks after you made a pact.

Because you agreed — a soul for a better life. A new apartment like you always wanted, no health problems. Men checking on you in the bars. Your boss not being a complete idiot to you anymore.

The pact didn’t hurt, your soul was taken and after your death it would be… nothing. No hell, no heaven, nothing. If there ever was but he assured there was.

A happy life for no after life.

And you could summon him any minute really. A soft and quiet ‘Aemond’ and he was already there behind your back startling you with the wolfish grin he always had plastered.

He was doing annoying things too — showing up unannounced making you jump in place.

As easygoing as he was just as serious and ruthless he could be while not in the mood. And it didn’t take long to make him displeased.

Quite easy if you thought about it. Summoning him without a reason would only win you a cold look, his jaw clenched and actual hellfire in his eyes. The physical contact wasn’t a good idea too to be honest. It was a big, red no unless he initiated it.

He was always in all that fitting dark suits or unnecessary accessories.

Devil wears Prada

And he was too.