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The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Heaven take me now, I thought, mortified as she rounded Ethan and disappeared. As soon as she was gone, Ethan pounced on me. Kissing me with a ferocity, I didn’t know he possessed. His hand slipped between my dress, cupping my breast and kneading it. “Ethan.” I whispered into his mouth, as I tried to push him off me. “I want you Mae.” He whispered back as he kissed down my neck. “This isn’t part of the contract.” I moaned, loosing myself to his touch. “Then we’ll change the contract.”

I stood, brushed away an invisible lint from my shirt, and walked towards her. I crouched down in front of her and took a strand of her chestnut brown hair in my hand, playing with it. "Coraline, Coraline, Coraline, aren't you tired of calling me the same three words every day? You're starting to lack originality. Your material is old, stale, and honestly a little bit boring. Yes, I am a monster, I'm the devil, I'm a demon. I'm Satan. I'm your worst nightmare but what are you going to do about it?" She said nothing, frozen in place, horror filled her irides terror shook her shoulders. Realization finally sank in her bones, she had made a deal with me, she had sold her soul to the devil.

Jonathan's pictures flashes before her eyes, she is beginning to see the devil himself. Emery pulled out her suit and handed it over to Camila, “I hope this helps,” she sighed. “About the prenuptial contract, I didn't —” Camila didn't want to hear any word of it, she raised her hands interrupting Emery's sentence, “It's all over, I won't marry Darren.” Her heart wrenching smile made Emery sad. “He never loved me, I had grown with this impression that he loves me, it seems he had been manipulating me from the very beginning.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

And now… Richard. He had made a deal with a devil. And he wasn’t sure who was burning faster—him or the people around him.