Two years, that was our bargain. For two more years she would live and in exchange I would give her unending power till that time came to an end. It has been a year since and I don’t think we’re going to survive the other one.

I have made many deals with all sorts of characters: warlords seeking glory, heroes hoping to save their homeland, adventurers wanting to be remembered, fools too stupid to realize what I am. The strength I grant is proportional to the time I take to drain them of their life. Some would ask for twenty years, ten, or even five. All of them would use me to claim their deepest desires only to lament the years they lost before they crumble to dust when the time comes.

At first I believed she was just another hapless fool, desperate and broken, looking for path to salvation. I should’ve known something was up when she only asked for two years. Of course my initial impression was spot on, just another orphan looking to save her home from invaders, but there was something more to her and finding out has been the greatest mistake of my existence. Unlike most of my other hosts, she possessed a razor cunning and an endless appetite for conflict, danger, excitement, and violence. She wasn’t satisfied just being the hero of her homeland, showered with gifts, titles, and praise after beating impossible odds, no no no, she wanted more.

At first I wasn’t concerned with her desires, many conquerors before her would use me against their enemies till their final days, some even turned to dust on the field of battle. Then the day after the girl saved her home, she took me east and slayed the first dragon we ran into. I don’t know what scared me more, almost getting scorched by dragon fire or the wide grin on her face as she slid under it. It was then I learned that, this girl chooses battles like the Lich King used to resurrect dead, indiscriminately and constantly. Speaking of whom do you want to know how we reached his fortress? By rowboat, across a lake, filled with undead. Worst part wasn’t even the boat sinking or the swim to shore but the kraken. Haveill the Soul Render still hasn’t forgiven me for what occurred after we reached the shore. But even slaying the Lich King wasn’t enough for her. Of course it wasn’t.

Nothing will ever be enough for her. The danger, the rush, she’s addicted to it. It drives her to constantly one-up herself and I’m forced to go along. If she were any of my other hosts, they would’ve died within a month of trying these stunts and I’d find a new host shortly after but not her. No, with her cunning and ravenousness she has felled foes no bargain of mine could have ever given her the strength to defeat. Somewhere along the line we’ve reached a point where if she dies fighting something, I’m either next or dying with her because she picked a fight with something I can’t bargain with and SHE. JUST. DOESN’T. STOP. The Sky Kingdom, the Slumbering Mountains, the Abyssal Titans, the Lich King, Deathscourge the World Ender, Demon Lord Helsax the Eternal and his infinite hordes. All far beyond my power to match; legends greater than even mine, having endured for countless millennia. All annihilated within a year.

Every wound she takes only pushes her further. Every victory sates her for only the briefest of moments before she’s starving again, more ravenous than before. There is no greater desire within her to be fulfilled. Her nightmarish grin only grows wider every time we brush with death. Her kind calls her a hero but I know what she truly is; a monster whose bloodlust dwarfs even the most sadistic tyrants of history, yes, even the Dwarven Tyrant Kurgan the Blood Mountain. I cannot break our bargain and I fear that there is no alternative for which she will accept its end. She does not yet know of my dread but if she ever did my only hope of breaking this bargain would be lost.

This past year has been easily been the most miserable portion of my existence by far. Yes, even worse than the time I got lost in a dragon hoard. Worse than the time I sank to the bottom of the ocean. Worse than the years I was wielded alongside Haiwal the Blood Purger by Emperor Isild, the Almighty Tyrant. Every day is a brush with death; every month is a new peak; a year of nothing but blood and sure death for the both of us. For her, it’s pure euphoria. For me, it’s pure stress. A week ago, her homeland was invaded again, this time from across the sea, and tomorrow she plans to challenge the invader’s god of war in a duel to the death. I can’t take this anymore. So I make this prayer in my most desperate hour.

Oh holy goddess I, Haket the Life Dealer, beg for salvation from the clutches of this madwoman, this ceaseless adrenaline addict. I am willing to do any task or pay any price. I would never make another bargain again and fade to nothingness or even pledge eternal servitude and become your willing vessel. Please, I beg, sever my contract for if she isn’t stopped, our world will be devoured before the year’s end.

Edited for minor word changes.