The mall

Prologue

All the lights of the mall are off. The building,is empty. A truly horrifying place,at this time. Seems like an abounded haunted place,in where young kids will come in to tell horror stories to each other,about ghosts and witches who are fed with human flesh and the blood of the innocent. But,that's not the way things are.

He is all alone. His father died of heart attack. His mother,still crying for his death,has no job. He is only 25. He has to do something. He is broke. "I'm so stupid for doing this..." he thinks.

But,he has all ready tried everything. No results...His father had the mall. Now he has the mall. He can do something. And now he had a choice. Risky one. But,he has no choice.

He goes to the office. He brings in a mirror. The lights are still out. He lights 6 black candles. He draws a pentacle on the mirror. Taking a knife out of his pocket,he cuts his finger. He fells a little pain,but it doesn't matter. He draws a line with his blood on the mirror. Then,he takes out of his other pocket,a piece of an old paper. He then begins chanting:"Demos ab inferis. Satanas Domino. Venite ad me. Ego praecipio animarum." It's in latin.

Then,the candles lights out by a little wave of air. The whole room begins shaking. He looks around scared. He does not know what to expect. Then,after a moment he regains his strength. He looks back at the mirror. His reflection begins changing. With eyes wide open,he is standing motionless,as he is witnessing his self in the mirror changing.
Inside the mirror,there is a...what in the name of God is this? He is really tall,for sure,dressed in all black. His eyes are bright red. He has surely the characteristics of a human. But,he can tell that he is not a human. It's something evil. Something from another world. Something,unholy. Satan himself.

The king of hell,is putting his finger on the bloody line. He drugs it and takes all of the blood from it. He licks it. With a heavy,demonic,horrifying voice,he says:" You are taste Harry..." He smiles,only to reveal his sharp teeth. Harry takes two deep breaths. "I'm broke. I'm in a desperate here. And I want money. Fame. Everything you have to offer me." Satan smiles again. His teeth are now natural. "I don't give a fuck about your situation. All I'm interested in is...your soul." "And what are you offering me?" Harry asks with a greedy tone."Whatever you want. But,first,I have to know some things. What are you capable of doing,for money?" Harry's eyes has been locked into Satan's. With a solid voice,he answers:"Whatever it takes..." Satan laughs."Even,killing your own mother?" Harry shakes again his head."You are truly a bad guy,huh?" Harry smiles."Aren't I?"