I woke up this morning and gotten dressed in a rush, as I had a party to attend today. I had dropped out of school in 5th grade, mainly because I didn't gain anything from the schools I had been in. Instead I put all my time and effort into what my mom had trained me to do. Kill. I was still a virgin but that didn't stop me from using my method to get the targets my mother sent me after. I put on my purple dress with nothing under, I hated wearing clothes or even undergarments under dresses.

It was just so uncomfy, I've always hated it. I went downstairs and my mother screamed at me.

"What are you wearing!!!??? You're not showing enough!" she screamed.

Instead of fighting back I ran back upstairs and put a more revealing dress on. I was only in my teens but I had a fairly big chest for my age and a nice body as well. I just sighed and walked back downstairs, my mother smiled satisficed with my dress and dragged me to the car. I never fought when it came to parties, since they were the only place I could get a decent amount of food. My mother never really feeds me much, normally just soup and a piece of bread daily and water every hour.

After an hour at the party I came home and ran up to my room throwing on a sports bra and short shorts before I laid in bed and pretend to be asleep til my mom went to bed. As soon as she was asleep I snuck out of my room and into her office. I used a bobby pin to pick lock the door, she always locked it. My family has been making deals with the devil for almost 1000 years now. I opened the door and crept into the room digging around for dads journal.

Mom kept it hidden from me, she always said I was too much like my father. They divorced when I was three, yea sure dad comes around every 4 years. I've only met him once or twice by now. We don't have the best relationship either, I shook my head clearing away my thoughts. I couldn't be thinking about any of this right now, I grabbed his journal and a book on Satan and left moms office locking the door behind me. I snuck back to my room and sat on the floor.

I read how to summon Satan and moved things out of the way and carved a summoning circle on the floor with my knife. I placed and lit candles around the circle and sat in the middle. I did the whole ritual and looked up before taking a deep breath.

"Satan, I summon you...." I spoke out softly.

After a while a red-hued man with horns and tail appeared in front of me.

"Satan?" I asked softly.

His eyes seemed to glow as he looked down on me, this was the being I had worshiped for years on end. The same being that my family has summoned without an end, my grandmother and my father had both sold their sole to this man. I looked up at him and scoffed making his face turn to one of confusion.

"I just figured you'd be more...ya know...cool" I said softly while looking at his wings and horns.

"Why did you summon me?" His voice was deep and gruff, but calming to me at the same time.

"Oh, yea I sell my sole to you" I said bluntly.

He looked taken aback for a second before he regained his composure.

"What is it you wish for?" He asked.

"All I ask in return is to be able to see my friend again after I die..." I said.

He gave me an evil smirk before holding out his hand to me.

"Shake my hand and repeat the words again." He stated.

I grabbed his hand and took a deep breath.

"Satan, I sell my sole to you." With that I shook his hand.

With the deal being made he smiled and disappeared, it felt as if something was missing. But it didn't feel like my soul, I felt like I had lost all control over my destiny. I laid in bed and fell asleep, when I woke up the next morning I covered the circle and hit the books before walking down stairs. My mother slapped me and yelled at me for sleeping in, I just laughed and walked by.

"Did you loose your mind or something!?" My brother asked confused.

"No?" His question confused me.

"Did you sleep with someone!?" My mother yelled.

"No why would I ever do that!?" I yelled not understanding anything anyone was asking me.

"You're acting different!" my brother yelled.

"It's as if she followed in out footsteps and sold her sole to the devil!" my mother said.

My mother spoke quickly as she began to freak out, she had always told me not to follow in her footsteps. I was their personal hitman so I didn't understand why they were freaking out so bad. They were only being hypocritical and confusing, I didn't see why they were so mad.

"There's still hope with Arlo" my mother said.

Her words broke me, she said it as if I was nothing. It was as if she forgot I was standing right in front of her. I felt the hot tears well up in my eyes as I clenched my fists. I was only 14 while my younger brother was 12. He's always been their favorite, even though I was better at everything and I was the one bringing in most of the money. I had a higher kill count then him and yet he was the favorite, he can't even do anything right!

"I hate you!" I yelled.

My mother ran up to me and grabbed my throat pinning me to the wall as she screamed at me. I clawed at her hand and tried to get her to let go, but she only tightened her grip. I didn't panic as this was a normal thing for me, instead I slowed my breathing and took short quick breaths. I grabbed her arm and smiled at her and focused on her eyes as I gave a wide smile widening my eyes. She slapped me and I started laughing in a high pitched tone, she let go and took a step back.

I kept laughing as I couldn't stop, I had finally broke. I had snapped! My sanity and humanity was gone, I had sold my sole to the devil.