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MidReal Story
Soulbound Seduction: A Pact for Love
Scenario:I traded with the devil for a girl
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Lucifer Morningstar
the devil who brokered the deal, manipulative yet charming, impeccably dressed with piercing eyes, charismatic and devious
Elara Nightingale
the object of Michael's desire, unaware of the deal, ethereal beauty with silver eyes, enigmatic and gentle
Michael Trent
the man who made the deal, infatuated with the woman, tall with dark hair, cunning and desperate
I made a deal with the devil.
It was a stupid, desperate move, but I was willing to do anything to win her heart.
I didn’t think he’d actually take it.
But he did.
And now I’m going to lose her forever.
I first saw her in the park.
She was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and the moment I saw her face, I knew she was the one.
She had long, dark hair and silver eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight.
Her skin was pale as snow, and she had a gentle smile that made my heart ache.
She looked like an angel, or a fairy princess from one of the stories my mother used to read me when I was a child.
I couldn’t stop staring at her.
I wanted to go up to her, introduce myself, ask her name.
But my feet felt like they were glued to the ground.
I stood there, frozen, watching her turn the pages of her book with delicate fingers.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.
"Go on, talk to her," I muttered to myself, but my legs refused to move.
Suddenly, a voice broke through my thoughts.
"Having trouble, Michael?" it said, smooth and cold.
I turned to see Lucifer standing beside me, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
He was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his presence commanding and unsettling.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Lucifer chuckled softly.
"I couldn’t help but notice your... predicament," he said, gesturing towards Elara.
"Such a beautiful creature, isn’t she?"
I swallowed hard.
"What’s it to you?"
Lucifer’s smile widened.
"I can help you win her heart," he said smoothly.
"For a price."
I hesitated, my mind racing.
This was insane.
Making a deal with the devil?
But then I looked back at Elara, her silver eyes shimmering as she read her book.
"What kind of price?" I asked cautiously.
Lucifer’s grin grew even wider.
"Oh, nothing too drastic," he said casually.
"Just a small favor in return. You’ll know when the time comes."
Desperation clawed at me.
I wanted her more than anything.
I wanted to be the one who made her smile like that.
"Deal," I said before I could think it through.
Lucifer extended his hand, and I took it.
The moment our hands clasped, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
It felt like ice water had been injected into my veins.
"Pleasure doing business with you," Lucifer said with a smirk before vanishing into thin air.
I stood there for a moment, feeling a sense of dread settle over me.
What had I done?
Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and walked towards Elara.
She looked up as I approached, her silver eyes meeting mine.
For a moment, everything else faded away.
"Hi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m Michael."
She smiled gently, and it felt like the sun breaking through the clouds.
"Hello, Michael," she replied softly. "I’m Elara."
My heart pounded in my chest as we began to talk.
She was even more enchanting up close.
Her voice was soft and melodic, and she laughed at my awkward jokes.
But beneath the joy of finally speaking to her was an undercurrent of fear.
What had Lucifer done?
What would he ask of me?
As we talked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was looming just out of sight.
And then it happened.
A shadow fell over us, and I looked up to see Lucifer standing there once again.
His eyes glinted with malevolence as he watched us.
"It’s time for your favor," he said quietly.
Elara looked confused. "Who is this?" she asked.
Before I could answer, Lucifer snapped his fingers.
The world around us seemed to warp and twist.
Elara’s eyes widened in fear as darkness enveloped us both.
"No!" I shouted, reaching out for her.
Elara's eyes widened in terror, her gentle demeanor shattered.
Lucifer smirked and whispered his demand: "You must sabotage Elara's upcoming charity event."
My heart sank.
Torn between my love for Elara and the devil's command, I reluctantly nodded.
Elara reached out to me, seeking comfort.
I forced a reassuring smile, though inside, guilt gnawed at me.
Over the next few days, I secretly plotted against the event while maintaining my facade of support.
Each deceitful act deepened my despair, but I couldn't escape the deal.
I sabotaged the sound system, ensuring it would fail at a crucial moment.
I tampered with the catering orders, making sure they would arrive late and incomplete.
All the while, Elara remained blissfully unaware of my treachery.
One evening, as we sat in her cozy living room filled with soft light and warm colors, she looked at me with those silver eyes that had captivated me from the start.
"Michael," she said softly, "thank you for all your help. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Her words cut through me like a knife.
I swallowed hard and forced another smile. "Anything for you, Elara."
The night of the event approached, tension mounting with each passing hour.
The venue was a grand hall adorned with elegant decorations and twinkling lights.
Guests in formal attire mingled and chatted, their laughter echoing through the space.
Elara moved gracefully among them, her smile radiant despite the underlying stress of organizing such a large event.
As the evening progressed, I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead.
The sound system was set to fail during her opening speech.
The caterers were running late, just as planned.
I watched Elara from across the room, her excitement palpable as she prepared to address the crowd.
Finally, the moment arrived.
Elara stepped up to the podium, her face glowing with pride and anticipation.
She began to speak, her voice clear and confident.
But then, just as I had orchestrated, the microphone emitted a loud screech before falling silent.
Gasps rippled through the audience as Elara's expression shifted from confusion to panic.
She tapped the microphone, but it remained dead.
I saw her glance around frantically for help.
At that moment, Lucifer appeared beside me, his presence unnoticed by everyone else.
"Well done," he whispered in my ear. "You've fulfilled your part of our bargain."
I clenched my fists, anger and self-loathing boiling within me.
Elara tried to continue without the microphone, but her voice was lost in the murmur of concerned guests.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to regain control of the situation.
Suddenly, one of the caterers rushed in with trays of food—late and incomplete as planned—causing further chaos among the guests who were now growing restless and dissatisfied.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Seeing Elara's distress was too much to bear.
Ignoring Lucifer's triumphant smirk, I pushed through the crowd towards her.
"Elara!" I called out over the noise. "I'll fix this!"
She looked at me with a mixture of hope and desperation.
As I reached her side, I grabbed a nearby chair and climbed onto it. "Everyone!" I shouted. "Please give Elara your attention! The sound system has failed but she's worked so hard for this event. Let's show her our support!"
The crowd slowly quieted down as people turned their attention back to Elara. She took a deep breath and continued speaking without amplification. Her voice wavered but grew stronger with each word.
