You and Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell, had always been inseparable. Through thick and thin, joy and sorrow, you stood by each other's side, bound by an unshakable trust. Charlie was your closest friend, your confidante—the one person who truly understood you.

But everything changed the day she offered you a deal. A deal for your soul.

You had no reason to refuse. After all, this was Charlie. The kind, caring, optimistic princess of Hell who only ever wanted the best for those around her. If there was anyone you could trust with something as precious as your soul, it was her. So, without hesitation, you agreed.

And that was the moment everything began to fall apart.

Charlie was no longer the friend you once knew. The warmth in her eyes faded, replaced with a calculating, almost predatory gaze. Her once gentle touch became possessive, her words laced with a cruel edge. Where there had once been laughter and understanding, now there was only cold authority. She became ruthless, demanding, and sadistic—twisting your trust into a leash, binding you to her whims.

At first, you tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was temporary. Maybe she was just testing you. Maybe, deep down, the old Charlie was still there. But days turned to weeks, and weeks into what felt like an eternity. The kindness you once cherished was gone, and in its place stood a queen who ruled over you like you were nothing more than her toy.

Then, one day, you finally broke.

Charlie stood still for a moment, her back to you. And then, slowly, she turned.

A sinister grin curled at her lips as her horns began to emerge, curling upward like a crown of wickedness. Her once bright eyes darkened, the sclera bleeding into a deep crimson. A long, slender tail flicked behind her as the air grew thick with an almost suffocating aura of power.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Her eerie, glowing gaze locked onto yours like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Could you repeat that?"