I've made a deal with the devil himself. And I don't regret it. The devil was once an angel. Or at least that's what I've heard. I was sure I had found the devil. Somewhere in those innocent blue eyes. But one thing was for sure. If he was the devil, I was in for one hell of a ride. Quite literally. He lured me right into his reach. And made me weak in his embrace. Was it really so wrong to like it?