1 -I just want…

Robin drew the last lines and looked at the drawing. It came with a lot of pain to draw every line without touching one of the others, but it was worth it.

Now just blood and if the book was right, it would finally be the time. Time to get…

He took the pig blood that he got from a local store and some cups, all colors and shapes.

He made sure to not drop something. After all, this was the attic of the orphanage he lived in. He had no parents and was fifteen, so he couldn’t live alone despite being mature enough.

Dispatching a little bit in every cup and putting them around the drawing, together with some candles, it began. To be honest, he half-expected an orchestra to start playing.

Flames and blood flowed into the middle of the drawing, taking all of the information in. In the middle, a silhouette formed, their eyes blazing sparks of darkness.

„A circle for, uh, interesting, soul exchange. Tell me, little one, what do you want to trade your soul for? Riches, fame, love or power?“

Robin had tears in his eyes. „I just want a friend. So please, in exchange for my soul, become my friend“

Even the flames stopped moving, so irritated was the devil. „Wait, what?“

But it was too late. Something flew from Robin right into the devil. Now he had Robins soul and had to uphold the contract. He was confused, shocked, nervous and irritated.

He changed into his normal form, a plain looking guy. No horns, tails or wings, just pale with ravenblack hair. With black eyes, he looked at Robin and noticed a tear formed birthmark under his left eye.

And as he looked at Robin, he had no idea what to do. „So, em, do ya happen to like burgers?“