"Alright," Damien agreed.
"Nice," the eldest replied and a paper deal appeared from nowhere, standing in front of Damien with a feathered ink pen.
"Now sign it,"
Picking up the feathered ink pen, he wrote his name on the provided space and released the pen.
A white light shone on the paper, sealing the agreement. Just then, Aurora sneezed, causing Damien to run to her side.
"Aurora," excited, he called, examining her face to see if she was alright. Making her seat, he made her lean against his back and kept on surveying her body for any abnormalities. Finding none, he sighed in relief.
"What's happening?" Aurora asked, wondering where she was.
She flinched when her gaze came in contact with the witches, wondering if she was in the afterlife. But afterlife looked ugly, or was she in hell?
The eldest witch exclaimed, her eyes widening when she realized something. Wrapping the contract, she made it vanish and said, "You can leave."
