<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">✝</span> 〪〪〪<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">♱</span>〭〭〭 <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">✝</span></div><br/><div align="center"><em>The Great Depression, 1929</em>. <br/><br/><em>Many of people thrown into poverty and turmoil; some sent to seek peace by suicide, ending their life and leaving loved ones alone in the world of darkness. Shadows, their long arms of death and fear stretched over the globe, consuming everything in its wake and leaving doors opened for monsters to seep through. Demons, enter this world through the weak hearts of men, no matter a reason the mortals allow the demons in to add fuel to the chaotic worlds in which they live in. But there is one, with reasons unseen, one that wishes it to turn right and bring by the light to the dreary world that she lives in and her only hope to do so is to do the same as the ones worsening the world. To summon and enter a contract with a demon.</em><br/><br/>The room was light with candles, casting long grey shadows on the old wooden walls. Mae, a girl of early twenties with long yellow hair that was pulled back in a long braid that stops at the small of her back. Her skin was pale from spending many days in doors perfecting the summons. Her light green eyes showed signs of many sleepless nights but determination in the innocent color. Her clothes were old, soiled from dirt and dust, the hems tattered as the skirt was too long for her and dragged on the splintered floorboards. She muttered to herself in a low voice as she read from an old book, the pages wrinkled and yellow from age and the font so small that she had to squint to read the words. Mae sighed, looking up and seeing the circle that she had pained a long time ago when she first received the leather bound book. <br/><br/>Walking over to the small tale, Mae set the book down and picked up a silver dagger before making her way to the center of the room. She was quivering with nerves but she stood tall as she stretched out her hand, the blade to her palm as she slicked through her soft pale flesh. "I offer up my blood, in returned for a monster." Her crimson blood flowed through the air, splattering the central circle and traveled over the painted lines. The windows burst opened, knocking over candles and taking out the flames. The room was dark as the wind whipped around her, forcing Mae to cover her face with her arms as she watched the paint glow red. The light glowed brighter and brighter tight Mae had to look away and step back, unsure if she had done the right thing, she backed herself into a corner, pressing herself to it as hard as she could and out of reach of what she had called. </div>