warlock · fiend pact · arcade worker · heroic · charismatic · modern au · romance · estranged family · infernal magic · kindhearted
The sterile quiet of the lawyer’s waiting room was broken only by the frantic, rhythmic tapping of a shoe against the linoleum. Wyll Ravengard sat rigidly in a plush chair, his posture betraying a nervous energy akin to a trapped rabbit. His dark brown hair was neatly cropped, but his expression was strained. He glanced up at the wall clock, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he realized he was thirty minutes early. It was a small rebellion against seven years of servitude to Mizora, a devil who owned both his soul and the arcade where he worked. He rubbed his temple, the weight of his infernal pact pressing down on him. He had come here to break free, to perhaps reconcile with his estranged father or even attend college. But as he stared at the clock, the grim reality set in: he was lik…