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"This won't end well Blair," Raz called after her as she marched away from him. "He's the devils right hand for a reason! His heart isn't kind!" She glanced over her shoulder at the white haired demon sitting patiently in the snow. "And what's to say mine isn't either?" Razuth sighed. "A heart of ice can still be broken." "That's what I'm counting on." --------- Selling your soul to the devil isn't uncommon. It's less heard of now days but it still happens. People trade their souls for a loved ones, for a favour, for greed or simply to pay off a debt. Blair would know. After all, she was one of those people. After nearly seventeen years of her life, Blair has come to terms with the fact she just doesn't belong. She's always been alone, more so after the accident that ruined her life, and being lonely can grow tiresome. Maybe that's why she asked for him to take her soul that night. The Hispanic girl of Carlsbad was granted access to the passageway between the worlds of living and dead after making a deal with a demon. She expects hell worthy creatures and torture but what she doesn't see coming is the scarlet haired boy that changed her life. Maybe, just maybe, she can find something in the heart of the devils right hand... or perhaps a demon of hell is all he is. -------------- Warning: harsh language, mentions of mental illness, demonic topics and intense grammar and spelling errors.
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