Prologue

Death smiled.

"So we have a deal?" he said smoothly, a smirk on his face. However, his eyes showed none of the emotion that he was displaying, making the smile cold and empty.

The man looked up grimly. It was all worth it, he reassured himself.

"Yes. We have a deal." he said, looking up at the dark figure in front of him. Death held out his hand.

"Let's 'shake on it' as you mortals say, shall we?" a strange, amused glimmer in his eyes as he said this.

                                

As the man took his hand, he looked straight into Death's eyes. And to him it was revealed. 

The very depths of hell were revealed to him,  ripping away the last shreds of sanity he had.

Power rushed through his veins, making him feel invincible, untouchable.

And dangerous.

Death smiled again. This was going to be a very, very entertaining game.