The top of my story, which I believed was a contented ending, was ruined.“Let’s get divorce, us.”My husband, who fell in love with a lady aside from me, trampled on me miserably.In entrance of me who crumbled and selected dying,A satan with glowing purple eyes, Duke Perial appeared.“Will you signal a contract with me? I’ll offer you something you need, something.”“Who're you?”“I’m the satan.”Purple lips smiling, he spit out a candy whisper just like the ‘satan’.“As an alternative, I’m going to return over the window like this at each sure time to covet your night time. That’s the situation of our contract.”If I may trample the lives of those that made me this wayIt’s nothing to promote all my physique and soul to the satan.“The pink mark engraved on that physique is proof that you simply’re ‘mine’.”