"prove it." the deadly words dripped from her sickly lips before she could reign them in.
"how dare?! you are a mere mortal, groveling at my feet for the slightest attention. you will bow before me."
the whispers around her warned of the consequences of her words before she ever dared to speak them aloud. "you haven't killed me yet."
it hesitated. "you want to make a deal? lay your terms."
a ghost of a smile pressed itself to her faded lips. she sat at the table, beconing the being to sit across. she pulled out a cigarette and pressed it to her lips. the flame from the lighter lip up a terrifying glance at its face. the memory would forever be seared into her mind (or what little was left of it).
"let's do this."
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crossroads
Paranormalthe devil smiled at her from below. "this will be so much fun."
