You sat in your room after your abusive father had hit you. You felt so many feelings, most specifically malice. It consumed you. After a while in this trance the air got thick.

You reached up to open a vent only to see that it was opened. The thick air sent you into a coughing fit, your coughs only slightly muffling a deep chuckle in the room soon after a voice spoke. "Awh, you look much like me when I was younger. Thousands of years younger actually. So angry, so upset... so betrayed." A dark seemingly demonic voice spoke, it wasn't very loud but it was loud enough to easily hear, as the sentence came to an end it's last two words came out in a deep hiss. You quickly looked around my room slightly scared. "Hello, who the fuck said that?" You swallowed hard trying to choke down the bit of fear you had been feeling and replace it with annoyance. "A liar! I like it!" The voice chuckled again, "I like you kid... you're amusing, trying so hard to hide your true emotions despite talking to satan himself." The voice started laughing again, not a joyful laugh though. A type of laugh you think would be owned by a murderer in a psych ward.

You were about to speak when the voice spoke again. You weren't sure if it was really... satan, but you didn't know how to explain the voice without a host. Possibly your parents who put a speaker in your room without you knowing. "I have a proposition to make... a deal." It make a deep chuckle. "Come now, make a deal with the devil. What could go wrong?" As it finished speaking you could practically hear it grinning through its words. You weren't sure if it was a good thing or not, but you answered anyway, your voice filled with uncertainty. "A deal? What do you mean by that?" It wasted no time, almost as if it was impatient.  "C'mon you've gotta know. A deal with the devil. Balancing your soul on a tightrope. Your dignity and pride. Anything. Your life and body will be mine and mine alone until the deal is complete. What do you say..? You'll even have your own 2 personal servants!"