I stand alone. He appears a few seconds later. He doesn't speak. Even he knows what we're about to do is wrong. He holds out his hand. No glove no tricks. Just the devil's hand. Blood Red. I shake his hand. The deal is made. There's a catch there is always a catch but, I already know how it will backfire. I know what the worst possible outcome will be.
He disappears and I leave. I have to wait. this has to be done right.
You stupid son of a bitch. I hope the pain and destruction is worth it. And if it spreads that pain and destruction to innocents around you I just may hunt you down myself if you survive just for making the deal when you knew better.
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