As I stand here, in the nursery, I watch my newest charge...a true innocent this one,
but I know one day, he will become as corrupt as his father. 'Why an infant?', you may ask?
My Contract was passed down to him by his father...so once again, I loose...so frustrating.
I can only hope this will be worth it. Hope...now there is a loaded word, if there ever was
one. And I cannot help but laugh...I suppose you wish to know my name....you may call me
Yes, I know...that name was given me by a long-gone Master whom I despised above
all others, but...it fits. And...I actually...like the name. And here again, I must laugh. The only
thing the Human world has to offer, that I don't find to be completely distasteful. This little
one...my new Bocchan. His name is Tony Stark. and I can feel the incipient corruption. I can
even smell it...like a predator smells his prey....so sweet this one. Hopefully, I will not loose
out this time...to have been cheated of a meal...twice now.
Calm...I must remain calm, lest I wake my Bocchan. He seems to be a temperamental
sleeper...when he sleeps at all, that is. When he wakes, he will meet me for the first time,
then his father will seal me away in a room for a few years, until he is old enough to
understand why I am constantly in his shadow. I look about the room, and see a chair in the
corner, and sit in it.
There...he is awake...I walk back to the crib, and gently pick him up. He smiles at me,
all sweetness, and light. His father watches, making sure I do not harm him, but why would I?
He is after all, my Bocchan, my young Master. It is time now, I must put him back in his bed,
and follow to the rooms I am to occupy for the next five or six years....I look back at young
Tony as I leave the room, and actually feel a rather sharp pang of regret as his sweet baby's
smile is eradicated by the loss of a new friend.
I smile for him, and whisper a regretful goodbye, then turn again, and follow his
father off to my temporary imprisonment. This is one thing I would much rather not do...
I think I may actually like the boy, and I find myself wishing with all my heart that he does not
become corrupted. I don't want to devour this one's soul....there is something so striking
about it. It feels as though it would be a tremendous waste to do so. I suppose I will have
'all the time in the world' to think on this, and consider the ramifications of my current
train of thought.
I step into the rather gracious accommodations the father has provided me, and I
hear the multiple locks on the door click home. Then, I gasp in horror as I hear a Priest
seal me in....what just happened here?! I reach out, and touch the doorknob. And I fall to the
floor, writhing from the pain...he had the door blessed!! I cannot get out! What if Tony needs
me?! What will I do, if I am unable to fulfill the terms of my Contract? I crawl to the bed, and
then just lay on the floor beside it, too weak to climb up...What will I do now? I am trapped
here, with no way to help my Bocchan...