Demise

"After several long seonds it was apparent that fear, not anger, had manifested itself so stubbornly in the face of the auctioneer. He didn't speak, nor did he shake, but his eyes screamed in such agony, as if to try and convey what they had seen. They both shot Clarence in the soul, whilst also retreating far into the auctioneer's head, it was an effect akin to a perverse dolly zoom, played out in the mind of a truly tormented man, who finally mustered up the strength to speak."

A hideous painting, a deal with the Devil and an ancient book capable of summoning the foulest of demons, all residing on one simple question: is your soul safe?