<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">If you once reject the faith, you can never pass through the gates of heaven.</span></span><br/><br/>"Do you think I care? Why would I summon you if I had not already made up my mind?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">I'll ask you again: do you wish to make a contract?</span></span><br/><br/>"Quit wasting my time! Just execute the contract and grant my wish!"<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The memory of his striking the contract came back again.<span style="font-style: italic">Why now? I have no reason to be thinking about that. My goal has not been met, I have not gotten revenge on those who killed my parents. Maybe it is just the work is piling up. The Dunster Weapons Company has flourished under my guiding hand, and Her Majesty has even seen fit to request my aid on matters many times in the past weeks.</span><br/><br/>Earl Gabriel Dunster was still in bed, the curtains drawn, and still in his passing dreams. His dream of the contract would resurface occasionally, but he dismissed it as anything but a reminder of his goal. HE was the Earl Dunster now, and he would be the one to make his own life, undirected by those who wanted his money, or influence, or simply his estate.  That is part of why he made the contract. That, and to find the truth about his parents and punish those responsible.