A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 11 (epilogue)

After this last meeting, Mara had never seen the Devil again. "So much the better" she thought. Years passed, and she isolated herself in the forest where Willow was buried. In the end, the forest itself became darker, gloomier, and creepier. The sunshine didn't get through the thick smog which was covering the woods anymore. But it didn't matter to her. How old was she? Nobody knew, not even the concerned one. But at least she remembered now what happened to her. Foster a thirst for vengeance was her downfall and destroyed her. The power too, made her lose her mind. She murdered her family, an innocent guy, and she enjoyed it! And she wanted to do it again several times... Taking her eyes off the shard of glass in which she was gazing at damages caused by her deeds, she headed towards her sister's tomb slightly in ruin. She kneeled in front of the deteriorated gravestone.

- Willow, my dear Willow... Forgive me. I became a person I didn't want to be. I committed crimes, I killed humans! And the worse is that I liked it... I was so blind by my lust for vengeance. You were my best friend, my confidante, my sister, everything to me. I couldn't bear to lose you, but it was not a reason to become the monster I'm now. I'm roaming for too many times now I wish I could join you.

A single tear ran on her cheek, the first one since Willow's death. She grabbed the sliver of glass she brought, and without thinking, stabbed herself in her heart. Instead of a carmine red blood, a black liquid gushed. She closed her eyes and lied beside the grave. Yet, despite seconds flew away, Mara didn't feel the death coming. She breathed out, opened her eyes again and looked at her heart where the weapon was stabbed: the wound was already healed, and the piece of glass disappeared into a black smoke. She could never escape the consequences of her demeanour.