DANIEL JAMES HOWELL

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"Everything but section seven." 

"You don't want immortality?" He asks me, looking fascinated.  Who wants to live in a world forever? If the earth gets destroyed or humans go extinct how lonely will that feel? I don't want to find out.

"Nope. I don't want that." I confirm and he crosses the section out.

"Well now you have a free condition." He tells me, leaning back in his chair. Whatever I write in this section will be mine, I feel under pressure like someone is asking me what I want for my birthday. Of course money is the first thing that flows through my mind but I already have a section that would ensure my wealth. So what else could I want?

"I want someone like me." I decide the man seems taken a back. He furrows his eyebrows, maybe the condition was bizarre but he has to make it happen.

"Someone like...you?" He asks hesitantly. I nod to confirm my request. I want someone to help me with my string of murders, like a companion.

"I could send you a devil." He compromises, but I shake my head.

"No." I disagree and the man huffs.

"Well I can't find someone who is like you. That is out of my reach. The devil can disguise itself as a human." He reasons with me. Well if I couldn't have one human than I guess the next step is simple.

"Fine. One devil, but they have to be disguised as a human." I speak and he nods, the section filled in itself. I fiddle with my fingers as I read over the rest of the conditions.

"I also don't want all my murders to be covered up and not linked to me." I demand.

"What? Why? You can murder as much as you want and it could ruled as accidents." He reasons but I shake my head.

"Where's the fun in that?" I smirk.

"As you wish. However, I can't keep giving you free conditions." He explains. I shrug without a care.

"Fine by me." I roll my eyes, and with that I smirk. I grab the pen and saw the end of it is sharp with no sign of ink or lead. Without a thought I pierce my skin with the pen and move to sign my name.

"You know, usually they question me about the pen and how to use it. Are you sure that was your first murder back at the hotel?" He asks me with a bit of disbelief in his tone.

I finish my signature and let go of the pen. "Positive."

"How could you be so gruesome on your first murder?" He questions me.

"I'm just fucked, I guess." I say smoothly with no indication of regret.

My past is not friendly, and I do a good job at making it anonymous. When I was younger would mess up kids mentally. I let little remarks slip, teach them how to kill the animals we found in the neighborhood, tell them lies about their families, and even hurt them. It got to the point that the kids were scared to come near me. They never told their parents, and in all honesty I never knew why.

Was it because they were scared of me? Maybe. However, I didn't stay in that neighborhood quite long. After my parents got divorced, my mother took me and moved to London.

"Well then I must be going." He stands up breaking me from my thoughts. "I have to admit I'm a bit excited to see what you'll do."

"Enjoy the show." I tell him as I stand up as well.

"Well Daniel, if you need me just call my name." The man informs me.

"I don't know your name." I point out.

"Eugene." He waves me off as he looks around.

"When will my demon be here?" I question him.

"He already is." The man shrugs. I hear a crash upstairs and a loud 'oops' follow.

The man laughs. "His name is Philip, he's quite the charmer."

"Philip?" I repeat the name slowly it letting the name roll of my tongue. I turn to Eugene and try to ask him what this 'Philip' is like but he's gone.

"What a dumb name." I mutter.