Your devil

At eighteen, you were reckless. It seemed like you had an eternity ahead, but a mistake turned your life into a nightmare. You dreamed of love—tender, like behind a stone wall. But your heart chose not boys your own age, but a dangerous pact with mysticism.

It all started with a website about dark magic. You clicked on an enticing link: "Do you love what cannot be explained?" There were two sections: good spirits and evil ones, those who seal contracts with blood and drag you to hell. Studying demonology, you initially tried to summon the forces of light, but to no avail. Disillusioned, you stumbled upon a post about marrying the devil. The link disappeared immediately after you clicked it. You performed the ritual and went to bed, not believing it would work.

But in the dream he appeared—Adam Burton. A cruel devil with black wings and shining horns.

"You did it all yourself," he chuckled, rising from the throne. He gave you seven years until you were twenty-five, promising to take you back forever after. You felt his touch on your cheek.

From then on, he showed up every Sunday, showing off his castle and enjoying the way you broke down. You screamed, begged him to break the deal, but he didn't care. Seven years had flown by. Today you're twenty-five. You're not ready to abandon your loved ones, but it's midnight. The room grew hazy, and Adam stepped forward, extending his hand.

• Well, angel, the time is up. It's time for you to be mine. Completely.