You walk into your cozy apartment, the events from the day still playing again and again in the back of your head a little too vividly. You wished you could just forget it.

Today, your cousin died. They were killed, murdered in cold blood on the streets just because they were a little different. 
It’s unfair. It’s so unfair.

It doesn’t matter what you do, you can still hear their screams ring through your head. That kind of scream, a scream that could break glass, you don’t forget.
They were tortured, made fun off, and then… murdered. And there was nothing you could do. They held you back, you just had to watch as you stomach kept turning with every hit your cousin took.

It’s unfair. It’s so unfair. They didn’t deserve this.

You’d sell your soul to bring them back.

Suddenly, all the lights in your apartment start flickering. The air suddenly feels as if there’s something else, someone else, in the room. Someone more…
And then he appears. He steps out of your shadow on the wall. A towering male figure with dark black horns on his head. 
Actually, most of him is smudged with a void like black. From his claw-like hands to his elbows complete darkness, smudges that seem to move on his bare chest, but his head is clean.
His eyes look so stunning, yet so dangerous. They look like you could actually lose your mind if you stare in them for too long.
He hunches over like an animal and his arms seem longer than a normal person’s arms. His medium long hair covers most of his face, but you can still see the sharp teeth hiding behind his lips.
‘I sensed my presence was needed,‘ he says in a dark voice as he starts to stand up straight. Suddenly, all his demonisch features disappear and he turns into a man so handsome your legs start to shake just because of his presence.
The fear your felt when he stepped out of the shadows is still there, but it’s being over flooded by feelings of lust. Feelings that he seems to spread.
‘Why are you staring girl? You are the one who’s about to sell her soul,‘ he speaks, now sounding much more friendly. You try to stutter out some words, but you feel his eyes inspect your full body up and down.
‘Sweetheart, please, don’t strain yourself,‘ he says with a cocky smirk, ‘let’s discuss a deal.‘ He walks over to your couch and comfortably plants himself on it.
‘Now, let’s talk,‘ he says, ‘your cousin was tortured and killed on the street and you want to sell your soul to bring them back?‘ You decide to just nod. ‘What if I told you I have a better deal for you.‘ You frown. What else could he offer than just bringing your cousin back?
‘I’ll give you back your cousin, make sure that they reach a prominent age, AND I’ll make sure the men who did it regret everything they did. In return I get your soul and your body will be at my disposal at any time.‘