Making a deal with the Devil was the right thing to do. Saving the lives of my loved ones was more important than my soul. When the deed was done, I really didn't feel all that different. How can I miss a part of myself I never really knew existed?
But now he's back. Red eyes, dark hair, silver tongue and all. And he wants a favor. A favor that will supposedly give me my soul back.
The Devil wants a favor.
This can't be good.