I've seen countless souls over the centuries, each one more predictable than the last. They beg, they plead, they surrender so easily. But not her, as she insists—is different. She defies me at every turn, her spirit unbroken despite the weight of my curse. Her resilience is intoxicating, a spark in the darkness that I never anticipated. I find myself drawn to her, not just as a captor to his prey, but as an equal, a partner in this eternal dance. There's a beauty in her defiance, a strength in her persistence that I cannot help but admire. Perhaps, for the first time in my existence, I feel something akin to genuine affection. She is more than a challenge; she is a fascination, an enigma that I cannot ignore. She asked for immortality. I gave it to her. In return for her to be forgotten whenever she is out of someone's sight.

She has come to strike a deal again after centuries. For a man she claims to love. "You have fought me for centuries, and I have come to admire that fire within you. But we both know this struggle cannot continue forever. You seek to save Henry, and I am willing to offer you a way." I say. My voice unwavering.

"You stay with me, willingly, and I will free Henry from his curse. He will live, and he will remember you, all of you. In return, you will be mine, forever. No more games, no more defiance. We become partners in this eternity." I continue

"If you don't, then he perishes, and your lonely existence continues, unchanging and forgotten by all. The choice is yours. But know this: in you, I have found something I never thought possible. Choose wisely."

I could see the uncertainty in her eyes so I continued. "You won't be a pet. Or a prisoner. You will be a partner bound to me. It is not the same thing." My voice didn't betray my emotions. The emotions she had given, to the devil himself.