Ever thought about burning in hell? I have, every moment for past 2 years. When I made a deal with ‘him’, if there are any genders in them, the thought of living till I wither away in a warm bed never crossed. He didn't took any blood, neither did we kissed to lock it, no signatures too, just one simple yes was all it took to shine his ruby eyes. Soon after that, after I had spent all the time in the world punishing my evildoers, sleeping in the queen's quarters, driving the luxury cars to hellish speeds, and getting bored with everything, at last, he came, again, to collect my soul, but what I didn't knew, until I went to the bathroom before the ride could began, was that I had another heart beating inside now.