1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 1: Revenge


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    glass?” The slave stirred, uncurling from a ball at the foot of my bed. She was shaved bald , her nipples and clit pierced—that had been so much fun, she had screamed so much—and her body was striped with cane marks. Ayane had been quite enthusiastic last night when she beat Kaori. Ayane wanted to keep pleasing me. My slaves knew if they didn't keep pleasing me, the curse would fall on them. Ayane was a favorite, and I would hate to have to kill her like I did Mother. “I didn't, Emi-sama,” Kaori answered, trembling in fear as she cowered like a dog. “Go check with the guards.” I had plenty of guards protecting my large house—it had used to belong to the Mayor. Many of my guards were former cops who now served me in fear of my curse. Kaori walked to the bedroom door, reaching for the knob. It burst open, throwing the girl back. Men charged in dressed in black camouflage, weapons pointed around the room. My hand shot out for my notebook. “I will curse you,” I screamed. “If you lay one finger on me, you and all your loved one shall perish. You would not be the first cops that fall victim to my Justice.” The man laughed and said something in English. Fear clutched my heart. These weren't Japanese police, but towering gaijin. I had no idea what their names were. My slaves all cried out in fear as the soldiers threw them to the floor. A pair of strong hands seized me and slammed me to the floor. A boot pressed on the back of my neck. “Who sent you?” I screamed in English. “Was ...
    it Omura? Does that spineless politician think he can attack me without consequences?” A woman strode in, her skin dusky—a Hispanic. “The Living Gods sent us,” the woman purred. “You are the Warlock Emi Yoshida?” I spat as I struggled to get up. But the gaijin were too strong. The woman knelt down and pulled out a perfume bottle from her pocket. She sprayed me in the face and...I wanted to cooperate. I wanted to do whatever this nice lady told me to do. She grinned. “Are you Emi Yoshida?” “Yes,” I answered. “And did you make a Pact with the Devil? If so, what did you wish for?” “I did,” I proudly announced. “I wished for the power to bring Justice.” “How?” “If I write someone's name down in my notebook, they die.” “What?” Kaori gasped. “That stupid journal of yours is the key to my life?” “What a vicious thing you are,” the woman said. “What do you think, Sergeant Millner?” “I think we should put a bullet in her head, Desiree.” Desiree nodded. “Emi Yoshida, I condemn you to death for violating the First Commandment of the Theocracy: you shall not make Pacts with Demons.” “I brought Justice,” I protested. A gun cracked. Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness. The darkness gave way to fire. I screamed as I burned before the Devil, connected to him by a fiery chain. One thought stayed in my mind as agony consumed me—Justice was worth this pain. If I was strong. I would one day dispense it again. That cunt who killed and her false gods Mark and Mary would face true ...
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