Private Searching In All The Wrong Places

An older college student had told him about them, about the wish granters who operated in the shadier parts of the city. So he'd enter such a part, a hood pulled over his head, snow crunching under his boots as he made his way through.

He'd stop at a fork in the road, double checking the address on his phone before continuing on. Apparently the being he sought was a child of Mephistopheles trying to get into the family business. The bandaged boy would stop as he spotted the demon.

Said demon wore a cheap red suit, had wild black hair, had a barbed tail that twirled in one hand. He spotted Rowan and would flash a sharp toothed grin. "I can sense desire coming from you," he'd say with a chuckle, "what's you're pleasure?" @Abbysaurus

Rowan didn't say anything at first, he wasn't sure what to say, how to say it. "Uh.....y-yeah," he'd finally manage, clearing his throat, "you grant wishes?"

The demon would tilt his head, smirking. "That I do, can grant pretty much anything given you're willing to pay the proper price," he'd twirl his tail a bit, "but the best things are always worth the price."

Rowan would hesitate a moment. "Could....could you remove....like an eldritch parasite?" he'd ask, looking very nervous.

The demon would chuckle. "Now that is a big thing, but within my power," he'd say with a smirk. "I see a pretty big parasite in you though.......might cost you something big."

Rowan would take a step forward, feeling uncertain, wondering what that big thing could be.

Rowan would actually jump a bit, turning to see her. "Mal?" he hadn't expected to see her here. "W-what are you doing?" there was no anger in his voice, just concern.

The demon raised an eyebrow at the girl. "What's wrong? Angry that he's looking at others to make deals with? he'd ask with a smirk. "What? You already got eyes on his soul?" He'd look at Rowan. "You gonna sell to her? She probably doesn't even know how to grant a proper wish."

The demon would sniff the air and step forward. "Don't take souls huh?" he'd grin heavily, "bet mommy and daddy are disappointed in their little girl." He'd chuckle a little. "Well...tell me.....would you give me your soul, if I promised to fix your little boyfriend?"

Rowan would step forward then. "No, you're not going to hurt her!" he'd say with a glare. "Leave her alone," he'd glare at the demon, his eyes glowing a little like fire.

The demon would snicker. "Fine, I'll let the little runt be," he'd snap his fingers, a business card appearing from a puff of smoke. "If you need me, just call," he'd vanish in cloud of smoke, the card falling to the ground.

"Mal....you ok?" Rowan would ask, turning to her, laying his hand on her shoulder.

He'd flinch a bit when she incinerated the card. "I....I just...have to look at all options," he'd say with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Sitting at home.....just...not finding stuff that works....I just can't do that anything."

The boy looked tired, very tired, he hadn't been sleeping well.

Rowan would pause. "Am I?" he'd ask, a bit of sadness in his voice. "Damaged soul.....covered in burns," he'd snort. "I'm literally just damaged goods," he'd sigh. "I don't see how I can be worth much."