PROLOGUE
"STOP! I tell you to stop, woman”, the dark one screamed; his perfect face twisted into a gnarled contortion beyond anyone's recognition. A nightmare. His booming voice thundered from the tower through the vast forest of aged trees. Birds fled in the middle of the night and covered the full moon with a blanket of darkness.
The woman fell down to her knees and clutched tightly the air in her fists. The black candles fizzled out one by one until only one was left in the circle.
"But I thought that this was what you want. This is what we want!", the woman protested as she hugged a book bound in worn out leather close to her bosom.
"Do not be a fool. A short, cursed, mortal life with a dark one. Is that what your soul is worth?" The voice was now calm, almost soothing. He reached out for a moment but stopped himself from coming closer. A teardrop puts off the last candle.
"I am already damned as is.", she lamented. "My soul has been sold. There is no turning back now. It can not be undone."
"Ask for immortality then. A long life in great wealth. Power... Anything."
"Can't I change your mind?"
"I'm afraid not… "
"Give me time to think about my soul's worth. I'd know how to find Nick, or another representative when I've decided. In the mean time I'll take the oracle as collateral."
She picks up the round piece of crystal and starts to walk in the dark.
"Would you need some assistance in cleaning your memories?", he asked silently.
"Aside from this small memento I have in my hands, memories are all I have as compensation. Don't you think it would be so cruel to take that away?"
She turned around. He was gone.
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