Do you think the devil has horns? But you're wrong. His hair may be beautifully styled, he may wear a suit and tie. His smile is so bright that you won't even blink — he'll attack.

The devil is real and you know it because you willingly gave him your soul.

Standing in the middle of the great hall, you thought of only one thing: saving your friends. Saving the Cullens. Aro would let them go if you… stayed. Of course, Edward resisted and actively tore himself away from Felix's hands, who was openly gloating, and Alice begged you not to do it. But you didn't listen. You had already decided everything.

"How dramatic!" Aro exclaimed, clapping his hands.

Ignoring Edward's screams and curses, he deliberately crept up to you slowly, looking you up and down like a predator. The situation amused him.

"You are so brave," the vampire whispered, leaning unacceptably close to your face. "Are you really ready to give up your freedom, your... life for someone like us? For a monster?"

Aro's red eyes studied your face, taking in every feature. It was as if he was devouring you, but only in his mind. However, his thirst was strong, and your blood, flowing so temptingly through his veins, smelled so sweet. You were his temptation.