I was dared to summon the Devil. We lit a candle. I said her name. I thought it was a joke, an urban legend whispered at Halloween parties between shots of tequila and bad decisions. But she came. The Devil wasn't fire and fury. She was a woman, beautiful, cruel, otherworldly. She kissed the space below my collarbone and branded me with her mark. Now my soul lives in a gemstone that hangs from her throat. She visits me in dreams. The mark pulses like a second heartbeat. And every time I whisper her name, she listens. I belong to her now. And I don't know if I want her to let me go.
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