Sarah gasped behind Fredirck's hand, then started gagging at the rank smell wafting from him. Michael turned towards Sarah's gasp, watching her expression for whatever awaited him on his other side with Eve. He wasn't sure what to expect by her reaction but when he finally turned to Eve, her head was down and her skin had a reddish hue. She was wearing a barely there outfit, one that she would never have been caught dead in a year ago.

Fredrick grinned evilly, cackling at the reactions of both Michael and Sarah.

Eve stepped out under the sickly light in the alley. There was only one way to treat this situation she had helped get herself into and that was to just rip the band aid completely off all at once. It was time to own up to the fact that she had decided to dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight. She didn't have to be happy about it, but it was something she needed to own. It was time and now she understood completely why Fredrick had insisted on her agreeing out loud and to repeating the terms so that the gods and goddesses could hear the pact being made.

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