Perfidia - Humanity extraction

With a pen—signing in blood merely a propagandistic bit of human whimsy, relegated to human media and to idiot devils who watched too much human media. Perfidia extended her hand over the desk to shake, which he expressed zero intention in matching, until she explained she needed physical contact to extract the ten percent Humanity agreed upon.

Slowly, taking his time, using the baseball bat for support, he lifted himself from the chair. Maintaining knifelike eye contact, he extended his hand and clasped hers.

A brief moment of intense heat and a flare of ruddy light manifested between their palms, but she couldn't even revel in how the heat crumpled his stony face into a genuine wince. She extracted only the ten percent; if she broke the terms of the contract too brazenly, not even a devil court in Hell would side with her. Of course, he didn't know that. But the look in his eye and the look that was surely in hers communicated it well enough.

The handshake ended.

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[1] Spirit of Eternal Negation