Dying.

That’s not you had attended to do, at first. But here you were, looking down at your own dead body in the crashed car. But what was shaking you the most was the man besides you. The Devil, you believed.

“Me and the Devil, uh?”, you tried to joke at him - pain in your voice.

He was wearing a skull mask to hide his face, a black robe with a hood. But what surprised you was his British accent.

“You and the Devil, darling. Walking side by side.”, he replied to you, mocking you.