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‘Good morning, Braveheart!’ she heard the voice which she had sold her soul to the Devil for.

‘Kharon…’ she whispered, having sat on the bed.

It was the same man whom she felt unexplainable hankering and desire…Love. He was sitting in her room near her bed.

‘I am surprised. Pleasantly surprised. And, certainly, your trick flattered me. I can’t believe it, you got Lucifer himself and made him pimp. Victoria, I am struck with your recklessness…’ he was blowing up her for some reason like if she was a little girl.

‘I just wanted to be with you…I wanted to extend a night as long as it was possible…’ She said quietly.

‘You did not even have that night how can you know if it’s worth of what you have done?’

‘I’m sure it is… Please, Kharon, let enjoy you within these two years. Besides, what have I done? I just gave my soul, not my life… But if there’d been some more talks with your Lord, I would have agreed to give my life.’

Kharon came up to the mirror on the case. He touched his hair, looking at his face unnoticeably.

‘It was a bad idea to your soul… But I am not the one who should make you change your mind, and it is too late. Right?’ Kharon looked sideway at the girl.

‘What do you mean?’

The man came up to the girl and with a brief movement of the hand he pulled off the strap of her tank top.

‘Yes, it is too late…’ The demon smiled.

‘What’s there?’ Victoria jumped out of the bed and ran to the mirror.

There was a circle on her shoulder blade, some mysterious signs were inside of it. Vic touched the tattoo and shivered with pain instinctively but there was no pain. No discomfort. It was like there had been no any burn, and Lucifer, neither. Besides, tattoo was black that was unusual for tattoos, in general.

‘What’s it?’ Vic asked staying near Kharon.

‘Lucifer’s mark.’ He answered as if he was telling a banal theme at a children's matinee.

‘Lucifer’s mark?’ Vic asked mysteriously, touching her skin with her fingers.

‘Mark of the Devil, if you want.’ Kharon smiled.

‘Oh my God,’ the girl whispered stepping back from the mirror, closed her mouth with her hands not let herself to cry. ‘Oh my God… It couldn’t be… I can’t… I can’t have any tattoo. Mother will kill me…’

‘It is not a tattoo. It is a mark.’

‘Oh, well, that changes everything in a whole… “Mum, I’ve got a mark of the Devil, it’s not a tattoo”’ Vic looked at Kharon. ‘How does it sound?’

‘It sounds like you are going to accuse me of what has happened. Bad idea, Vic.’

‘How does the mark work?’ The girl stared back at the mirror reflection.

‘Easy enough. Every day it will be getting brighter and closer to the contractual performance, stronger you will feel it…. When Lucifer takes your soul, it will be gone.’

‘Why didn’t Lucifer tell me about it? He had to enlighten me all the aspects of the deal.’

Kharon laughed. Victoria surprisingly looked at the man with no understanding what it was funny she said.

‘Lucifer had nothing to anyone. It’s first. Secondly, it’s the covenant and you’re speaking about the truth. I am actually surprised that he didn’t make a fool of you to amuse him and he didn’t stamp you out of existence in the first seconds of his coming to you.’

‘Could he?’

‘He could. This is the least thing that he could have done. However, my Lord is very diplomatic and has a sophisticated sense of justice. Well I think it is enough to speak about him. You have two years. How are you going to spend them? Will we be living together?’