DAMON

"That's a bit cold." He said with a jest in his voice.

"What do you want devil?" I questioned not having the energy to deal with him right now.

"You." He answered while I snickered.

"I'm not yours to own, you torment me daily already, make do with it."

"Don't you want your wife back?"

Hearing that question I hesitated a bit, but still, it would be mad to sell myself to the devil twice.

A chilling laughter erupted through the darkness.

"It seems you've learnt your lesson."

"What do you want?" I snapped, the image of Elisa crying blood not leaving my mind.

"Stop looking for that shaman."...