Devil's Daughter

A long time ago we made a deal. A deal every generation regrets, a deal we never were allowed to make. But desperate times ask for desperate acts.

We won, we survived. But every one of us fears that one day he comes, and that day, he will hold us on our half of the deal. What he will ask, no one knows, but we know that it won’t be pretty. Nothing is pretty with him.

We know that we must agree and must for full the deal, otherwise, we won’t exist anymore. We always had to choose between life and death, but now? Now we choose between death or hell. It was our own fault, why? Because we made a deal with the devil himself.