Clara looked at herself in the mirror once more, running her fingers over the small wrinkles that were beginning to appear on her face. At thirty-five, she was no longer the young woman she had once been, and every day her reflection reminded her of the passage of time. She had tried everything: creams, treatments, even injections that promised to rejuvenate her, but nothing restored her lost youth.
That's when he found the book.
In an old secondhand bookstore, hidden among dusty volumes, a black-covered grimoire caught his eye. It had no title, but when he opened it, a few Latin words seemed to glimmer in the dim light: "Quod desideras, dabo... sed mihi animam tuam." (What you wish, I will give you... but give me your soul.)
Clara didn't believe in superstitions, but that night, alone in her apartment, she lit red candles and murmured the words of the ritual. She didn't expect it to work.
Until the air grew thick, and a shadow materialized in front of her.
He was tall, with sallow skin and fiery golden eyes. His smile showed teeth that were almost too perfect, and although his appearance was human, there was something about him that screamed *danger*.
"You called, and I came," he said in a voice that resonated in her bones. "What is it you want, Clara?"
She swallowed, but desire was stronger than fear.
—I want to be beautiful… forever.
The demon laughed, a sound that made her shudder.
—I can grant you that. But every pact comes at a price.
"Which one?" she asked, although she already knew.
—Three nights. Three visits. And in the end, you'll decide if you want to continue… or give up.
Before she could respond, she felt a scorching heat on her skin. She looked in the mirror and screamed: her face had changed. Her skin was smoother, her lips fuller, her eyes shining like she was twenty again.
"Game on," he whispered before disappearing.
The First Night
Clara woke up sweating. She had dreamed of him. His hands running over her body, his hot breath on her neck. She was embarrassed to notice the dampness between her legs.
But it wasn't a dream.
He was there, sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed only in shadows.
"Ready for your first lesson?" she asked, dragging a sharp nail down her thigh.
Clara tried to protest, but her body responded before her mind. When their lips met, she knew there was no turning back.
The demon didn't touch her like a man. He possessed her. Every caress was electricity, every bite a promise of sin. He showed her pleasures no human lover could give her, and when she called out his name, his laughter echoed in the room.
—This is just the beginning.
The Second Night
Clara's transformation was evident. Not only was her beauty supernatural, but her aura as well. Men gazed at her with lust, women with envy. But only she knew the price.
The second visit was more intense. This time, the demon took her beyond physical pleasure. He showed her visions: orgies in dark rooms, bodies intertwined in eternal sin.
"You could have this forever," he murmured in her ear as his fingers brought her to the edge again and again. "Just say yes."
Clara was lost in the sensation, but something inside her still held on.
The Final Night
The third night arrived with a storm. The demon appeared without warning, wrapped in flames that didn't burn.
“It’s time to choose,” he said. “Do you want this beauty, this pleasure… forever?”
Clara looked at him, trembling. She knew what it meant. Her soul. Her eternity.
But when his hands touched her again, the doubt vanished.
"Yes," he gasped. "I want it all."
The demon smiled, victorious.
—Then welcome to hell, my dear.
And when their lips met for the last time, Clara knew she would never be the same again.