Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

In a world where everyone has turned their back on you, your only resource had been something you yourself were incapable of believing. Desperate to have someone finally listen to your words, you decided to do something that many others would tremble at just the thought of.

You will sell your soul to the devil.

You had a cold look as you stood in front of that symbol on the floor, surrounded by red candles. You took a deep breath; there was no turning back now. You began to recite those strange, indecipherable words from the paper, then continued with your eyes closed until a loud bang made you open them, noticing your room completely filled with darkness. The candles had all been extinguished, every single one. Did that mean something good? Had you done it wrong?

Your gaze turned in horror to the curtains of your window, which had opened by themselves but gently... You looked around and awkwardly searched for the lighter on the floor to get some light, but when you looked back at the window, the silhouette of a man was there.

Was it... him?

He would take her soul, she would die.

— Is this some kind of joke? Why did you call me? — said the man in a somewhat hoarse voice, still not revealing his face in the darkness, which made him even more terrifying.