Jazz's Blog- The Contract

According to the events of last night, I am, as of now, a collared dog.

My attempts to create a new identity for myself have failed, as Cambion came to me last night and threw his arms around me, crying "Jazz!"

I never asked him how he found out. In the long run, I did admit to being Jazz, because I knew, he would never let me win an argument. Especially when all the deductions he had made were far too sensible.

Yes, why did Jack appear days after Jazz die? Why had no one ever heard of him? Why had Sebastian never told anyone where Jazz's body was? Why did Jack look so much like Jazebel?

I was hoping he would never put so much thought into it. But he did.

He seemed so happy... That smile of his... The way his eyes gleamed...

I know his final destination is most certainly Hell. Demon's intuition, but, I could not bear to watch such a lovely boy- my best friend- suffer. To see that face burned and miserable, to see his soul be tormented, would surely drive me right into a church to steal the holy water for myself...

In that moment, I desired nothing more than to save him. Make him mine. Protect  him.

I asked him to form a contract with me. Here on Earth, I would serve him and follow his every order in exchange for his soul, so that I may forever protect it.

He insists on keeping that old locket of mine and the note contained within it. I don't know why he wants to. I don't expect him to love me. I haven't any right to, as much as I love him...

This contract is the closest I will ever get to being his.

So long as I never see that locket again, I am sure I will be able to accept this. I will not allow myself to long for him. Such is foolish and futile.

I am his servent. He is my master. This is how it is, and should be, and has to be.

I am his obediant bitch, his faithful pet, his humble friend.

I love you, my Cambion... I owe you so much. This is not a label.

I speak only the truth, for I am your unworthy dog.