"Fate cannot be changed," They say with such certainty.

"Fate is set in stone."

I beg to differ, as, you see, a long time ago...

My fate had changed.

When I had fallen from sanity, close to death, I had screamed.

"Help! Please, someone! Anyone!"

I did not want to die.

I wanted to see tomorrow come, and I wanted to live my life happilly.

I prayed to the god I was taught to believe in, but was instead greeted with an antichrist I had learned to hate.

"I will save you," She said, shrouded in darkness, the only feature I could possible see of hers being her white eyes, which, although had no pupil or iris, I could tell was staring into me, deep down past my every perfection and to the core of my evil.

"And in return, a deal." She added.

"Yes, please, anything!" I had cried.

I had yearned so deeply for salvation, for life, for revenge.

"I will protect you, help you get revenge, and keep you company," She listed off the perks of our deal on her fingers, a small hopeful smile spreading on my damaged face.

"For your soul." The catch.

My breath caught in my throat.

My soul.

"Times ticking, sweetheart. I'd say you have two minutes left until you bleed out." The demon said, left hand on her hip and right holding out for a hand shake.

"So, is it a deal?"

I began to shake.

I lack other choice, don't I?

"It is a deal," I replied, my shaky hand grasping hers.

Her shadowed face was suddenly filled with a wide smile.

"Wise choice."

And, alas, with a simple hand shake, my fate had been altered.