Demons. Dreams. Desires. (гет)

“What kind of price?” Howard’s frightened but he’s not stupid. He’s a better businessman than to agree to something without hearing the finer details first. Especially not from … them.
“Your child.”
Howard's heart skips a beat.
“I-I don’t have any children.” Howard forces the words out. It’s the truth too. He doesn’t have any kids, doesn’t even have a wife or any desire to find one.
“You will,” they say, voices certain and almost amused. “We know your beginning, your middle, your eventual end. You will have a child and in exchange for our aid that child will belong to us.”
The implications of what they’re saying makes Howard even more lightheaded than before.
“Deal.” Howard says with no hesitation.