Cursed

“They sent you here to kill me, but that’s not what you’re here to do. You’re here to own me . . .”

I let my blood hit that contract—thought it was a joke.
Later, I convinced myself it was a hallucination.
Truth is, I sold my soul.

“I awoke surrounded by death. It wasn’t long until I realized it’d all been by my hand . . . and my teeth.”

They call themselves The Bestowers.

They’ll give you the world, but it’ll come at a price.

And before they send their assassins after you, they’ll bring out the monstrous darkness within.

You’ll kill and destroy every bit of the gift they gave you, leaving nothing behind in your wake.

My time is up and they’ve chosen their most dangerous murderer to end my miserable life.

“I dreamt of her before I met her. I saw her. Tasted her. She’s a stain on my insides I can never erase.”

Her destiny isn’t to kill me, but she will own my soul.

I would’ve been better off dying by her hellish flames.