" Think about it like this... " Kasiymiyr started, his words sounding like sweet poison to your ears.

Your life was tainted from the start. Since birth, you were thrown into an endless pit of misery and misfortune. Prayers were met by silence, the gods turning their backs at you, and every passing moment, your condition only worsened; and so, your only saving grace was him.

Making a deal with the God of Shadows was like a death wish—one needed to be either stupid or insane to even seek him, yet your circumstances mixed with your desperation blinded you to actually see the consequences, and he knew it too.

" Why you should die a slow, agonizing death when it isn't even your time when I can cure you " Despite his sweet promises, that twisted, sickening sweet grin plastered on his features was saying it all.

He wasn't lying—he could give you everything and more, and in return, all he ask is you. It wasn't too much to ask now, was it?