Prologue

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Muffled noises could be heard from the entrance to the old abandoned castle.
It had a reputation for being haunted and anyone who tried to live there would go crazy.

The cause ? The tomb is on the top floor of the basement.
The tomb of a vengeful being who would grant the wishes of anyone who called on him for a price of course.
The price to pay would depend on demand.
An equivalent exchange, however no one could make a pact with this being without seeing themselves disappear.

It is even thought that the being in this coffin is none other than the Devil.

But that didn't stop her from continuing her journey dragging this war hammer behind her.
His hair was messy and stuck to his face. Face marked with tear marks and an obvious purple mark on his left cheek.

She was desperate, she had nothing left to lose, so she continued on her way to the top floor.
The lower she went, the more she suffocated. The air seemed contaminated and her vision became blurry.

She forced those pink eyes to look where to put her feet so as not to fall.
Pulling back her red hair, she pushed the door and a strong smell of putrefaction came to her nostril.

Unable to resist the urge, she vomited on the floor. Her stomach thus emptied, she continued her journey dragging the hammer in her right hand.

In front of her stood a stone coffin with a cross on it.

-Please ...

She pulled the hammer until it was raised above her head, facing the coffin.

-Please.. take my soul, take my heart my life or whatever you want but.. please save her..

She took a deep breath with difficulty.

-I beg you..!

With a sharp blow, she brought the war hammer down on the coffin. The latter let out black smoke which immediately invaded the entire room.


" Granted "

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Hello everyone . I would like to talk to you about a small point concerning me.

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