You don't have to put chicken bones in a box and bury it to and summon me. You don't have to make a sacrifice or give me anything; at least not knowingly. You won't get anything in return, you'll never even know it happened. There is no deal to make with me, you won't get ten years to live. I will take your soul and you will never know. You see, I never wanted this. I'm no crossroads demon. I'm just a girl with a gift, but my gift ran out.
They say desperate times call for desperate measures; in my case, very desperate measures.
I made a deal with a demon. The King of Hell to be exact.
My name is Cyndhyr, but you can call me Cyn. I never wanted this, any of this. It's too late now though, once you strike a deal with the King of Hell there is no going back. I suppose I should start at the beginning though, huh?
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The Freckle ≠ Soul Algorithm
Short StoryWhen estranged, 22 year old Cyndhyr gets a phone call she knew deep down was coming, the trip home reveals much more than an ailing mother. Family ties are mended until things take a wild turn for the dark side before anybody can see the light.
