[ WP ] You 're a college professor , but for years you 've also dealt with the occult being a member of a secret esoteric society . One day you return home to find the devil waiting for you in your living room , he says `` long time no see old friend , listen ... I need to make a deal '' .

`` Excuse me?'' 
 
 `` I said I need a favor.'' The man before me seemed to be nothing special. Maybe even a little underwhelming, bearing pale skin, bloodshot eyes, and a suit that seemed too large for his brittle frame. Nonetheless, I could tell from the voice belonging to the husk that this was the patron we followed, this very same voice that whispered promises of power to us in our dreams. 
 
 `` Well, pardon me for being surprised- but what could you possibly want from me? I understand who you are, and I'm sure you who I am.'' I slowly sat down across from him in my recliner. I made sure to keep my eyes on him, cautious of what such a powerful being would need of an English professor... 
 
 `` You're very observational, so you should see that I'm dying. I, as in my host. I ``'ve had this body for several years, and it was already frail. Now, you will be my new host.'' He spoke matter of factly... He was n't wanting my body, he made sure I knew he was going to take it. I felt my and start to shake. 
 
 `` I- uh... Would you like some t-t-tea? It was ride of me to not ask earl-'' my attempts at conversation were cut short by a cold glare. 
 
 `` I'm not in the mood for your efforts at stalling or dissuading me.'' He glared. `` You promised me your eternal devotion with that blood pact and I intend on claiming what is due.'' He coughed as he stood, pulling want looked to be a ceremonial dagger from his suit, slicing it down the cloth. the fallen fabric have a view of his bare chest, sickly and clammy with a long and stitched up wound, looking as if it was keeping in a beast trying to escape. 
 
 `` Please, I'm sure I can find you a better host! Stronger and healthier than me!'' Dark tendrils started to poke from the old wound as he approached, the dagger in hand. I was too paralyzed with shock to even consider running. He seemed to be ready to chase me to the ends of the Earth if I tried. 
 
 *'' You will pay what is due*...'' 
 
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 Dagon sat up from the floor, shoving the scrawny corpse that he had one called a home off of his chest, looking down at his stitched up abdomen, feeling his energies contained inside. And as he heard the tormented screams of another soul trapped inside of his growing collection, he smiled.
