The contract was written in Latin on a single sheet of skin so fine it felt like silk. I had signed it in a fever dream, my blood acting as ink, my desperation acting as the quill.
The romantic storyline, of course, was the trap. I had tried to outsmart the Devil, but I had forgotten that he invented longing. He let me fall in love with the only thing that could hurt me: him .
“Music.”
The contract burned in my pocket. Because I had finally understood: He had kept music inside me so that he could feel it, too. A demon starved for beauty. A devil lonely for a duet.
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“Ah,” he said, sitting on the edge of my bed. The coal in his eyes flared. “But I didn’t keep it for you to hear it. I kept it so you would feel it in me.”
“It’s done,” I whispered.
I placed my hands on the keys. I didn’t press them. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him.