A Wish to Send you to Hell

The young, dark haired teenager sighed, tapping his foot to the beat that blasted through his headphones. He gazed out the window of the bus in silence, watching the passing scenery and desperately trying to ignore the boy his age that was sitting in front of him trying to get his attention to talk to him. Belial hadn't wanted to come on this stupid field trip, but his parents and teachers had forced him; saying that it would be a good learning experience for someone of his status; a status he hated being reminded of.

The only son of a very wealthy duke and duchess, he was heir to their fortune. Sadly though, in this modern age, their titles meant little; their money spoke volumes however and they were the richest family for miles. The current destination of the bus of teenagers was a large business that his family actually owned more than half the shares for. Needless to say, he did not want to go to this place as he had gone with his father one time and had been bored out of his mind because none of the associates trusted him enough to show him the secrets of his father's company.

The bus hit a large bump and the male that had been trying to get his attention fell back against the seat ahead of him and the dark haired male smirked faintly, catching it out of the corner of his eye before he heaved a sigh and looked to the large building that loomed ahead. He pulled his sunglasses off the collar of his shirt and slid them over his eyes, covering the vivid aqua-green of them. He straightened in his seat and turned off his iPod to listen to what the teacher at the front of the bus was saying as the bus slowed to a stop.

"I want you all to be on your absolute best behaviour," the man was saying. "One tiny slip-up and all of you will be facing a week-long detention." Murmurs of disapproval echoed throughout the length of the bus. The teacher simply shrugged. "You've all been warned. You'd better be on your best behaviour, or else." The bus came to a stop out front of the building and after a moment, the driver opened the door and the teacher climbed off. The students then followed and the teacher led them to the front lobby of the building. Since the building was so large and was made up of many different sections, they would be there for most of the day.

The dark haired male sighed, rolling his eyes and pulled out his iPod again, listening to his music all throughout the tour during the first half of the day.

At noon, they were given two hours for lunch at the large mall across the street. Many of the students hurried across the street while a few hung around to ask questions about certain things they had been shown. Belial sighed, standing at the cross walk, waiting for the light to change so he could walk across the street. He kept his music playing and watched the cars on the far side quietly. He smiled faintly and glanced back at the building. During a conversation between him and his father a few days earlier, the man was going to be giving him this very prosperous business as soon as he turned 18. Although he had little interest of what was in the building today-he had already learned just about everything there was to learn about the departments since his father was the owner and the man constantly spoke about the going-ons of the business- he was actually quite excited to actually work alongside his father. He and the man had been very close since he was a small child and he looked forward to the day when he could work beside him as a business partner.

Despite the way he acted sometimes, anyone who knew him would openly admit that he had quite the zest for life and all things living (it was quite evident in his photography, since he had taken up the art when he was small). He was a bit of a daredevil and for his upcoming 16th birthday, he and his mother were going to go skydiving from the family's privately owned jet. He, unlike most boys his age, was very close to his parents, despite how they were both busy with business.

Tucking some of his blue-black hair behind an ear, he looked ahead again and noticed the light had changed, allowing him to now cross the street. He stepped out onto the crosswalk painted on the concrete and proceeded to walk across. He didn't hear the sound of the vehicle as it careened towards him. He frowned, noticing a few of his fellow students waving to him and pointing to the left. Glancing over, he had little time to react before the SUV ploughed into him, sending him up over the hood and over the side. He hit the ground hard and everything went completely black. As if in slow motion, his iPod hit the concrete beside him and shattered instantly. His classmates screamed in horror at the scene they had just witnessed and the car careened away down the street, only seeming to slow down to make sure the male was on the ground and not getting up. The teacher yelled at the students on the other side of the street to call the police as he ran out to the dark haired male. Blood was already pooling around the male's broken body and his bright green eyes stared up into the sky, unfocused and already starting to cloud over as blood dribbled from the corner of his lips.

"I heard it" A voice rang through his mind. "Do you want to live? Yes...you do...If you want to live then you will make a contract with me...if you don't you'll die...what will it be?" The voice rang through his mind one more. His blood running out of his body, his eyes blurring but saw a tall man in the distance coming nearer, he was dressed in all black despite the heat. Medium length black hair with red eyes.

Belial tried to focus his eyes and he felt tears burning the backs of them. "You can save me if I agree?" he whispered, his voice faint and sounding distant even to himself.

"Of course, hurry...there's no time" The voice echoed through his head as the man seemed to be singled out in his vision, the others vanishing so they were alone.

The male watched him. "Yes," he whispered. "I will. Please, just save me."

The figure put a hand on his left inner thigh near his groin before it burned. It burned for a few second before it faded away, his blood slowly recollecting into his body and the wounds closing as if it never happened. "Shall I erase their memories master?"

Belial watched him quietly for a few moments before he nodded. "Yes," he replied. "That would be for the best." He slowly turned his head, thoroughly amazed that he wasn't in pain and he slowly sat up, startling his teacher and making him jump back with a yell of surprise.

"As you wish master" The man said with a bow and seconds later everyone was looking around confused.

Belial got to his feet, dusting himself off and he paused, noticing his iPod. He uttered a soft curse and kicked it aside before he sighed and got off the road. He looked back at the man that he had made a contract with and watched him for a moment. The teacher walked up to the two of them and frowned faintly at the newcomer.
"Belial? Who is this?" he asked. Belial paused, looking to the man.
"This? This, uh, is my trusted servant," he said, making it up on the spot since he truly had no idea who this man was. "I got a message from my father saying that he-" he nodded to the newcomer- "would meet me for lunch to discuss, uh, the, party plans for my sixteenth birthday." The teacher looked to the well dressed man and nodded, buying the story.
"Alright, but be back at the lobby in two hours, we're resuming the tour then," he said and walked into the mall. Belial nodded, watching the teacher walk away before he returned his attention to the man.
"So, what do I call you?" he asked. For a modern aged teenager, he was taking this remarkably well.

"Whatever you would like to call me master" The man said with a smile, his red eyes looking at the boy.

The teenager paused. "Well, don't you have a name?" he asked.

"My previous master called me Ellien" The man said, looking at the place where Belial had been hit on the road.

The male followed his gaze and nodded. "Alright," he muttered. "Then that's what I'll call you as well." He paused. "Now, mind explaining to me what just happened?"

"Your will to live found me in hell. I'm a demon which you made a contract with. As long as we have this contract you will not die but in return there will be some...'favors' "

Belial arched an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. "Oh? And just what are these 'favors' you're talking about?"

"Sexual favors of course, in return I'll do whatever you ask me to" Ellien said with a smirk.

The blue-black haired male watched him quietly. "So, you want me to go down on my knees for you, is that it?" he whispered, a seductive look coming to his eyes. "You want me to bend over so you can ram your cock up my ass?"

"Both and much more" Ellien said, staying where he was.

Belial watched him before he took a step back and slowly looked the man over, taking in his appearance and build. "Mm," he mumbled and was quiet for a few more moments. "Deal." He smirked faintly. "But you'll have to make it enjoyable for me as well."

"No matter, as soon as you agreed to the contract you agreed to these conditions" Ellien said, looking at him with a smile.

Belial watched him quietly. "What else have I agreed to?" he asked, keeping his current distance from the man.

"that's about it, just the sexual favors and in return you'll never die and I'll do what you want" Ellien said, looking up at the sun.

"And, if I deny you these sexual favors?" Belial asked.

"The contract is void and you get the death you should have gotten"

The male glanced back to the road and a little bit of colour drained from his face. "So, if I want to keep living, I have to give in to you whenever you want it?" he whispered.