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His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

As the elevator descended, only one filthy, terrifying thought filled my mind. I had just sold myself to the devil. And the worst part was, a dark, aching part of me could not wait to see what he would do to me next. ---

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“Honestly, I just can’t wait to put an end to this already.” Colton watched the way my claws slowly came out. Longer, sharper. “You really came to take my life.” He says, outraged. “Of course you did because you sold yourself to the devil.” “Literally—you sold it when you went to Helios,” he snarls.

she wanted to talk, but I cut in making sure she got my message. “I have given up a lot of things for your daughter, and now it cost me my man!” I roared, and my voice echoed in the living room as it was filled with an uneasy air. I could remember vividly how I always get maltreated, and punished in Sharon stead, but not anymore, because she stole my beautiful soul away. He was the only escape routine I had. And he was also taken away from me, and then I've decided to sell my soul to the devil.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“I’m so sorry. I-I just assumed that that’s why you---” “Didn’t want to go out with you? No, that’s not it,” I cut her off again, forcing my body not to shake in anger. “Our deal is still solid, I’m just busy. Please, excuse me!” I spun and stormed back to the pack house. Our deal? Hell, the day I’d made that fucking deal, I’d known I sold my soul to the devil! I knew it then, but I hadn’t cared. Now, I could only regret my actions…

She didn’t even know that she had to be reserved when receiving a gift, she shouldn’t open it in front of everyone. But when they saw what was inside the box, they all let out a gasp. One of them couldn’t stop herself and gasped, “Is... Is this the Crystal Devotion?” Someone nearby immediately confirmed her guess. “Good gods! It really is the Crystal Devotion! That’s a necklace designed by the famous designer DKL... There’s only one in the world!” “I heard that someone bought it from an auction for two billion dollars two years ago. No one knew who bought it. It was you, Alain?”

Evil always drew evil closer to itself. “H—How did you do that?” He asked, poisoned eagerness in his voice. She drew a sharp glance at him, “I sold my soul.” Taken aback, he asked, “What?” “Yes, Jasper, what did you expect? That this power fell from the heavens for free? Not even the former glory you had came for free.” She took a step closer to him, smiling proudly, “I experienced a total rebirth after selling my soul to the man who gave me what I consider life. I’ve never felt any better,” There was a sense of euphoria in her eyes, something that scared but drew Jasper in.