...The contract burned in her hand, and she didn't flinch as the flesh reddened. The ArchFiend's voice came not from outside but from within, every syllable rising from desires she'd kept buried for years. Rebellion. Destruction. The shattering of every chain that had been wrapped around her since childhood. Power, yes, but power as a weapon, not as a crown. The devil across from her smiled, and its teeth were filed to points. It made no promises except that she would burn, and that in burning, she would become something the world would regret having created.
She signed in blood. The ArchFiend's laughter rattled the foundations of the room, and something inside her that had been small and afraid began to grow large and terrible and finally, finally hers in a way nothing had ever been before...
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