Beloved

In his lowest moments, he appeared. A blood red coatl with a visage that burned the eyes and an eternally smiling mask that hid the face within. A hand extended and a deal offered. Blessing? Or Curse? I suppose it depends on what angle you look from.

“Your fate lies buried in darkness, meant to wither away in the shadows until no one remembers who you are... Alas, one would have assisted you with this without requiring anything in return, but they are locked in time and will never see your face. All you have right now is I.”

“I don't want to be consumed...”

“I can help you. To this I swear. I can bring you back into the light... And all I require is your future. In return. A new path, a new life. What say you?”

“Yes... Please... Help me...”

“You have chosen well. The deal is struck.”

“Thank you...”

“You are the lucky one. I would not offer my soul to just anyone... Your future is mine. Your life, my direction. Rejoice, for thou art Blessed... Now pick up your sword and clear the way before us. We have much to do.”

“I feel so.... empty... Is this... right? ....what have I done.”