"Vlad is dead, and now only Count Dracula of the Bloods is alive. ”

Count Dracula, dressed in a black cloak, said quietly, his face was a pale feeling of blood loss, exuding a different kind of charm.

"Okay, my esteemed Earl, then I would like to ask, what do you want by letting me out?"

The demon with the horns on its head let out a dark laugh, and it was not in the least annoyed that it was the person in front of it who sealed it, but asked with interest.

"It is said that the demons and the angels of the Lord are natural enemies, and I have been very unhappy with the Holy See lately. ”

Dracula's voice did not appear gloomy, but had an inexplicable aristocratic feeling.

But the demon, who was covered in scaly armor and had horns on his head, laughed when he heard this.

"Hahaha......"

Evil, cold, and eerie voices echoed through the jungle in the darkness of the night, startling countless birds in the darkness.

"Dear Earl, you won't be disappointed!"

............

In a secluded deep forest, a teenage girl in ragged clothes is leaning against an old locust tree with an even younger boy in her arms.

The evening breeze of the autumn leaves rustled the leaves, and the two of them shivered from the cold.

"Bashar, we need to have money, so that we can buy us a house to live in. ”

Merkel hugged her younger brother, a refugee who had fled the war.

Here they have no relatives, no friends, no place to live, and no money.

They don't have everything.

The younger brother, who was called Bashar, rubbed his little hands and shivered continuously:

"Merkel, I... Right now... Don't want money, I just want to... A little bit to eat, a little bit... That's enough, as long as... To be able to have something to eat, I am willing to give everything. ”

Merkel hugged her brother in her arms tighter, she nodded and said:

"I'd like to, but it's still far from the city, and even if we did, no one would give us food. ”

In the dark night, the cold wind howled.

No one cares about two refugees fleeing.

They may not be more important to others than their own cats or dogs now.

But then a hoarse voice sounded behind them.

"As long as you make a deal with me, I can give you food. ”

There was temptation in that voice, but there was also an indescribable gentleness.

Merkel turned around and saw a man in a sackcloth robe standing behind the tree, his face completely obscured by the hat he wore on his robe, and his appearance was not visible.

To Merkel's surprise, the man had just spoken in his native dialect.

"Who are you?"

The girl's childish voice rang out.

But what answered her was a faint laugh from the comer:

"Kids, it doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I give you what you need, right? It's just a deal, you give away what you don't need in exchange for what you need, there's nothing fairer in the world, isn't it?"

"What do you want, what do we have to give?"

"Give what? Just some insignificant souls. ”

There was excitement in the tone of the man under the sackcloth when he spoke of the soul.

"Are you the devil? It is said that only the devil can instigate someone to sell their souls. ”

The girl seemed to remember something and said loudly.

And the younger brother in her arms raised his head and asked innocently:

"What is the devil, Merkel?"

"The devil is evil, is temptation, and legend says they love the soul of man. ”

The Mai man shook his head and said softly:

"No, no, no, son, just like your brother said, do you really know what the devil is? What you hear is only the thoughts that others have instilled in you, and you have never seen the devil, child, how do you know that the devil must be evil?"

It was the voice of demagogy, and the indescribable temptation was buried deep in it.

"But ......"

Merkel tried to defend herself, but was interrupted by the man in sackcloth.

"But what? I don't force you to make a deal, you just need to tell me your choice, everything is your own choice, how can you blame me for the sin?"

The Mai man slowly lifted his hat, revealing a fiery red scaly skull, with two horns on top of his head.

Merkel was stunned when she saw this scene, and her mouth was slightly open.

In fact, demons are not scary or scary, especially when they are being discussed with you in a serious way.

It feels like someone who looks a little ugly.

You may not like the way it looks, but you won't be scared away.

"Are you really a demon?"

Merkel asked, looking up.

"Of course, no one will try to impersonate me. ”

"You seem to have a point. ”

Seeing that the girl in front of him was loose, the demon took advantage of the victory and pursued:

"See, you admit that I am right, so let's make a deal, I will give you the power to seek what you want, and you will have to give your soul. ”

The girl looked at her younger brother, who was only draped in a few strips of cloth in her arms, then raised her head and said with some emotion:

"What happens if you don't have a soul?"

"There is no pain without a soul, and that is a relief. ”

The girl asked again.

"Am I going to die?"

The crimson demon shook his head and said:

"No, I only booked your soul, but I am not responsible for killing you. ”

After being silent for a long time, Merkel slowly raised her head and looked directly at the demon and said:

"Well, then, I agree to the deal, but you can't take his soul, my brother. ”

The demon waved his hand and said:

"That's up to him, and I must remind you that you have no right to intervene in my dealings with your brother. ”

Merkel bowed her head and admonished her brother:

"Balsha don't promise him. ”

Balsha nodded, and then he asked:

"Okay, but are you going to promise him?"

He always felt that it was going to be a very risky deal, but he couldn't say why.

He's still too young.

"It's life, Balsha, and we have to have someone to compromise. ”

The girl bowed her head.

The demon in the distance said softly:

"So are you ready?"

His voice was not eerie and scary, but just a friend.

Merkel suddenly felt that this demon was really not as terrible as the legend suggested.

"What do you need me to do?"

"There's no need to do anything, you just sign here. ”

An ancient parchment scroll appeared on the demon's scaly hand in front of him, and it was filled with dense writing, and the handwriting was extremely regular.

To Merkel's surprise, she could recognize all the unfamiliar words on it.

The demon gestured to the blank space on the parchment in his hand, then handed out a quill pen.

"Sign it and our deal will take effect. ”

"You're not going to lie to me, are you?"

"The devil never breaks his promise, sign it, and you will become the only Satanist witch in the world, and the world is at your disposal. ”