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"Fine. But I better not regret this."
"Come now, when did I ever let you down?"
"Do you want me to make a list?"
"Fuck you."
Jet returned his attention to Mnemon and leaned on the table, whilst not breaking eye contact with her for even a second. After a rather long dramatic pause he gave her Markolabs proposition.
"What if I swore an oath? As far as I'm aware some of the chosen can create binding contracts, no?"
Mnemon remained unflinching even now. The offer did not manage to shake her even a little.
"Are you that sure of yourself?"
"I had no intention of betraying my house anyway. So there's no risk in making a binding oath on my own name."
"I suppose not."
With a snap of her finger Mnemon ordered her demonic servant to her side and ordered it to fetch her a parchment and a brush. In no time she had her instruments and began penning a rather short contract. Then another. Jet tried to interject, to specify the terms of the oath but Markolab reassured him that he shouldn't bother. Finally Mnemon presented him with two copies of the exact same contract. The terms were rather simple, straight-forward and absolutely one-sided. It only demands that Mnemon gives him freedom to conduct himself in the Threshold, but in turn he must continuously act in the best interest of the House, obey all direct commands by Mnemon and under no circumstances can he reveal that he works for her while he's operating in the Threshold. What's more, just looking at the still swirling ink of the characters reveals how much they brim with essence.
Markolab is delighted by this.
"Hells bells! I love your grandmother's style Jet! If only I had my body still. I'd show her one hell of a time! Heh. Just look at these bad boys! Breaching just one of them would kill a mortal man. And she's making you sign two! Just think of the implications."
"Do you think she knows?"
"Doubtful. If she knew what you are, most likely you'd be dead already. I think this might be a precaution in case you potentially exalt. It's kind of flattering if you think about it. She must think highly of you."
"And that means she thinks I'm a potential threat to her. I'd rather not have that kind of admiration. Are you sure this is a wise idea? And please don't tell me to just get strong enough to withstand it."
"Nah. We could do that but there's no need. This shit is nothing for us, my man."
Jet looks up from the papers.
"Fine."
And signs the first of them with his full name. As soon as he does so the still fresh symbols start moving across the scroll, crawl onto his brush and seep into his skin, disappearing completely. The second contract does the same.
