Blinded by a glimmer of false hope, I once sold myself to a devil. A wicked one at that and, he promised me the grandest of designs that could help one peer down the infinite well of knowledge. Its grandeur overshadowed my reasoning for months, the very thought of such a taste made my mouth froth every night. I needed it, how could I not? It lay beyond my reach otherwise and once I've had one sip from that infinity, my mind expanded and reached into such depth of knowledge that I couldn't stop myself from drinking more.
A sip turned to a glass full, and a glass full to a jug, progressively it expanded further, and before long my once constrained abilities were on par with the greatest witches in the cosmos. But then I realized, the devil had offered me a fruit so sweet it had poisoned me for any other taste and ensnaring me with it, he made a despicable offer.
