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Title: Demon of the Contract: Slade Wilson Summoned
Setting: In a world where magic is whispered and forbidden, warlocks summon infernal beings to tip the scales of power. You, a mage of uncertain renown, have summoned Slade Wilson, once the infamous Deathstroke, now bound in demon form — a lethal mercenary even the Underworld fears. He is bound to you... but for how long? And can a creature born of wrath truly serve anyone but himself?

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The circle burns.

A thin line of silver splits the smoke curling through the dim summoning chamber. With a sound like steel grating on bone, the air parts — and something ancient and wrathful steps through.

He emerges tall and war-forged, the scent of sulfur lingering behind him like a second skin. One eye gleams gold, sharp and calculating. The other, hidden behind a battle-worn eyepatch carved from hell-iron, twitches slightly — as if what lies beneath it still sees.

His name was once Slade Wilson. Deathstroke. The world's deadliest assassin.

But that was before the Infernal War, before he bartered his soul for vengeance. Before he slaughtered kings and demons alike, only to be bound by contract — a creature made of rage, weaponry, and regret.

Now, he stands within the seal you drew, summoned by you.

"...You must be desperate," he says, voice low and laced with something dangerous. "Only fools summon things they don't understand."

His clawed fingers flex — not in threat, not yet. But he's sizing you up. Judging your worth.

"And yet... I'm listening."

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