Prologue

She gazed into his soul; her eyes were the color of reminiscent of the stars in the midnight sky. She was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery, and before he knew it, he was already ensnared in the trap which she'd set.

The devil won't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns, she would come as everything you've ever wished for, they said. And for him, he wished he realized that sooner.

One moment he was in heaven, now he's in hell as he stared at the ceiling, bleeding to death.