Everything was in shambles. You had been apart of task force 141, and Graves had betrayed you. Thought it made sense, considering he was the devil. You let out a cough, a little bit of blood leaving your mouth. Silent steps approached you.

You felt a hand in your hair, before your head was yanked back aggressively. It was graves, the devil, in the flesh. This encounter felt significantly different to any you’d had before.

“How sweet. Why don’t we make a deal?”

He grinned.