You sold your soul to the devil. It's plain and simple. You craved love and affection and no amount of studying or hard work got you anywhere. You got pushed around and you felt as if the world was falling down on top of you. This was your only hope, and you were going to do absolutely anything in your power or the underworlds power to get it. Yet when you stood in front of your mirror at 3am summoning your assigned demon with blood trickling down your arm, you weren't expecting this. How could something so evil..... look so beautiful? How could a black heart.... hold so much warmth within it? And how could his crooked smile.... be so loving? ..... However, nothing is as it seems.