''It seems the ritual is about done now, I wonder what the boss was thinking? I know this Nicholas guy killed some of the wolves, and people, before, but giving him Seir is stupid even for the boss.'' A man stood guard outside of a run-down restaurant, it was nothing short of ruin, two men in grey coats stood outside of it stood guard on opposite sides of the door looking around them, this was a particularly damaged part of the city, so the streets seemed uneven and the whole restaurant was just barely at the border of one of the many cave-ins of Creak district.

''Seir goes well with a desperate moron like that one, if he could sell off his friend like that, there is no way he won't take a risk as stupid as going against the boss's enemies. As things are these days our boss can't just go around making enemies himself, he needs some people to do it in his place, he got work to do and stuff.'' The other man replied as he fiddled with his hand on his breast pocket, clearly making sure there was something hidden there.

''So we are going to send him to get killed then?''

''Well yeah, no one is getting a demon unless they need to get their hands dirty.'' The man shrugged not caring too much to converse, but he felt something call his attention, and the smell of smoke lingered ever closer.

''Hey, it seems there is some fog rolling in, this is strange, so get back in shape already.''One of the men slapped the other on the shoulder and hinted at him to move forward. The fog was moving through the street and towards them slowly, raising as it began to shade everything in the distance. The two men remained in their positions as they pulled out their handguns.

''Keep behind me, we need to look at each other's blind spot...'' The guard looked back and saw no one else behind him. He panicked as he rushed back into the building just for his feet to crash into something, he almost feels as if a person just moved around him, the corpse of the other guard already on the floor. He pointed back his gun as he felt someone breathe behind him and hear the weak ragged laugh of a woman at his back.

''Just move out of my way,'' Abram spoke quietly as he sliced the man's throat with this knife, it was quick and silent.

''All of you people, you always find a way to ruin our small lives as if they meant nothing, you should all just disappear.'' Abram fixed his cap as he walked on the fog towards the door of the abandoned restaurant, his knife now dripping with blood, as he slowly cleaned it with a handkerchief.

Inside the kitchen, Nicholas was slowly shelving his own knife, a huge butcher knife, his expression was tired, almost longing as he snuffs out multiple candles that were illuminating the room. he looked back at a person that lay to rest below a white sheet on the counter of the restaurant. The sheet was surrounded by candles and multiple strange symbols marked with ash all over the counter.

He stopped from turning off the last candle as he heard the door to the dinner open, he slowly looked back, a white mist began to enter the darkroom.

''Nicholas, you got a lot of nerve leaving without even saying goodbye.''

''So that strange fog is yours? I have seen it before, guess this explains a lot. There has always been a curse following us, ever since we escaped from the slave traders.'' Abram walked towards the counter with his knife still tainted red, he lifted his cap

''She is still alive, I just needed the blood of a loved one, no one said I needed to kill her, if you take her to a hospital she may still make it, I can't do it myself, the traders may think I was betraying them if I did.'' He walked towards the white sheet and look at Abram from above her, he gently moved his hand to her head.

''She felt nothing, at least I hope she didn't''

''I will have to kill you first, sorry but it will have to be fast to get her back in time.''

''Always to the point with you, you are terrible at listening to people, this is our last conversation no matter what happens, so I want only one thing from you, be honest for once Abram.'' Nicholas raised his hand which remained stained in blood.

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''What the hell you want to know, that I made a deal with a devil, just so we could all live? Yeah, I don't like it at all, is just a curse.''

''What was the price? All deals come with a price? Tell me something, why is it that I can't remember when we first meet Abram? Is the same for Aisha, I'm sure she suspected it too, that there was a curse over us.''

''No, I'm the only one cursed you, idiot, I'm the only one who should have been cursed. Now no one can keep her safe, we are both done for Nicholas. Hahaha, I can't stop laughing being honest feels real good.'' He swung his knife with disdain, Nichola's remained calm almost disappointed.

''I can't stand it, if you made a deal with a devil then why, are we still living in this hellhole! Don't tell me you just didn't want us to know and that was why we are still in the mud If you had the power to raise out of here why wouldn't you?''Abram walked toward the counter and move the white sheet to reveal the still-unconscious Aisha.

''Because I don't have anything like that, the deal I made wasn't anything that greedy, besides that would be the same as admitting that I was just another devil. I couldn't do that to you guys, I thought I could get us out of here without a demon, but I guess that was just me being stupid, I didn't manage a thing.''

''Nothing ended at least, thank you Abram, but I will leave this place now, I will fight for myself from now on, no need to fight for my sake any longer.''

''I won't let you, I can't have a demon connected to Aisha by blood.'' Abram sighed as he raised his knife with a weak smile. ''You don't know what you have done, it may be years before you noticed, trust me. I have been cursed for a decade now, you know why you can't remember so many things? They are all about me, I gave my most memories to her and it hasn't stopped.'' The smoke seemed to swirl around Abram as it slowly took a human-like shape.

''You will be forgotten again Abram, this man's content and jealousy will be gone as well, this wretched ten years will return to nothing now.'' The skeletal feature of a face appeared upon the smoke, its long arms floating above Abram as he lowered his cap, her voice was ragged and weak, but it sounded unbelievably strong upon their ears.

''Can you see it now? The devil behind me, it doesn't matter what you do, when this day ends we won't remember each other anymore.''

''Sounds good, that will just make the rest of my life easier. Whatever that monster is, I'm no longer helpless either, I have made a contract with the Devil Seir and I can't think of a better way to move past this place than to see your end, Abram.'' The last candled was extinguished by a gust of wind. Abraham was thrown back against the floor, Nicholas's hand has stretched as it became pale and as large as that of a devil thrall. He stepped from behind the counter carrying a huge knife as his right hand continued to grow larger, the was something more upon his arm. It was the head of a boar, growing rapidly from his flesh like a tumor it had a single eye that stared all over the dinner slowly, the demon board was breathing heavily and slowly on his shoulder.

''A curse you can't hide at all... is going to suck to be you.'' Abram stood up as the fog seemed to begin to banish, blown away by that monstrous strength.

''I want the strength to reach out my future, I don't care if there is no longer a place for me anywhere, I won't live like the coward you were.'' The boar growled as the two remained in the darkness his single arm seemed to grow and move on its own.

''You won't, you are going to have to die now.''Abram stared at his knife to see the reflection of a woman's corpse behind him, the specter that gently veiled him under the white fog once more.