You could taste the blood on your tongue, the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your hand was steady as you held the gun, but as the reality of what you had just done began to set in, your steady hand began to shake. The blood that had splattered onto your face felt sticky. You reached your free hand up to slowly touch it. You simply stared at the red substance on your fingertips, the world around you seemed blurry and unfocused.
"Y/N..."
You turned your head slowly to look at the source of the voice. Your eyes met the devil's and your hand slowly dropped to your side, the gun slipping from your fingers. The sound of it hitting the ground seemed to echo.
"Can we just call it even now?"
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FanficIt's a mystery how exactly you got to the point that you owe the devil himself so many favors. You won't tell a soul, and he seems to enjoy keeping the reason behind it all a mystery. So if the Devil tells you to jump, you ask how high. If the Devil...
