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Mayline stood at the cliff's edge, the wind whipping her hair around her face. Below, the ocean crashed against the rocks, a relentless force that mirrored the turmoil within her. She clutched the Celtic cross she had always worn, embodying her connection to her heritage.

A year had passed since she had last seen Christopher, her ex-boyfriend. Their breakup had been tumultuous, filled with anger and resentment. But now, as she stood on the cliff, she felt a strange longing. She missed him, missed the way he made her feel.

As she watched the sunset, a dark figure emerged from the mist. It was Christopher. He approached her slowly, his eyes filled with a strange intensity.

"Mayline," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I need your help."

Mayline was taken aback. Christopher had always been so independent, so self-sufficient. She could not imagine him asking for help.

"What do you need?" she asked.

"I have made a deal with a powerful entity," Christopher replied. "In exchange for my soul, I have been granted a wish. But the entity wants something in return from me."

Mayline's heart pounded in her chest. She had heard stories about entities that made deals with humans, but she had never believed them.

"What does the entity want?" she asked.

"It wants me to summon a demon," Christopher replied. "A demon from the Goetia."

Mayline knew about the Goetia, a collection of demonic entities that could be summoned and controlled by humans. But she had never considered summoning one herself.

"I can't help you," she said. "It's too dangerous."

Christopher looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please, Mayline," he said. "I'm desperate. If I don't fulfill the terms of the deal, I will be damned for eternity."

Mayline hesitated. She knew that helping Christopher was dangerous, but she could not bear the thought of him being damned.

"All right," she said finally. "I will help you."

Christopher was relieved. He explained that he needed Mayline to help him find the Grimoire of Goetia, a book containing the names and sigils of the demons. With the Grimoire, they could summon the demon and fulfill the terms of the deal.

Mayline and Christopher spent the next few days searching for the Grimoire. They visited ancient libraries, explored hidden caves, and consulted with a local witch. Finally, they found it in a dusty old bookshop in a nearby town.

With the Grimoire in hand, Mayline and Christopher returned to the cliff where they had first met. They set up a circle of salt around them, a protection against evil forces. Then, Christopher began to chant the incantation to summon the demon.

As he chanted, the air around them grew thick and heavy. A cold wind began to blow, and the sky darkened. A figure emerged from the shadows, its form twisted and grotesque. It was the demon they had summoned.

The demon's eyes glowed with an unnatural light as it looked at Mayline and Christopher. It spoke in a deep, guttural voice. "You have summoned me," it said. "What do you want?"

Christopher explained the terms of the deal. The demon listened, its eyes narrowing.

"I will grant your wish," it said finally. "But in return, you must give me something."

"What?" Christopher asked.

"Half of your soul," the demon replied.

Christopher hesitated. He had known the deal would come at a price, but he had hoped it would be something less than his soul.

"No," he said. "I can not do that."

The demon's eyes flashed with anger. "Then you will be damned," it said.

Mayline could not bear to see Christopher mourn. She stepped forward, her voice trembling.

"I will give you half of my soul," she said.

The demon's eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Good," it said. "You have made a wise choice."

The demon reached out and touched Mayline. She felt a cold sensation spread through her body as her soul was torn from her. With Mayline's soul in its possession, the demon granted Christopher his wish. Then, it vanished into the night.

Mayline stood there, feeling empty and hollow. She had sacrificed her soul to save Christopher, but she was unsure if it had been worth it. When Mayline watched Christopher disappear into the mist, a lone tear, heavy with sorrow, slipped down her cheek. It was as if a part of her had been ripped away. She knew that she would never see him again and that she was doomed to spend eternity in darkness.

"I don't want to cry in your t-shirt ever again

Well, my anger was a compliment

I like how your brain works

Magical thinkers trying to be friends

Tried to let you forget me but

My celtic cross was heavy

When it hit your fucking teeth

I'm sorry you felt undermined

Now I'm trying to make a racket

In the back of your mind."

As the days turned into weeks, Mayline became increasingly withdrawn. She spent most of her time alone, wandering the woods or sitting by the ocean. She tried to distract herself with books and music, but nothing could fill the void that had been left in her heart.

One day, while walking through the woods, Mayline stumbled upon a strange, glowing object. It was a small, spherical object pulsing with an otherworldly light. Curiosity overcame her fear, and she picked it up. As soon as she touched it, she felt a surge of energy course through her body. The object began to glow brighter, and Mayline saw a vision of Christopher. He was standing in a dark, shadowy place, his face contorted in pain.

"Mayline," he whispered. "Help me."

Mayline's heart raced. She knew that Christopher was in trouble. She had to do something.

She returned to the cliff where she had made a deal with the demon. She held the glowing object in her hand and began to chant a powerful incantation. As she chanted, the air around her grew thick and heavy. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, its form twisted and grotesque. It was the demon she had summoned.

"You have returned," the demon said. "What do you want?"

"I want you to release Christopher," Mayline said. "I will do anything."

The demon laughed. "Anything?" it asked. "Even give me the rest of your soul?"

Mayline hesitated. She knew that giving up her soul again would be like dying a second death. But she could not bear the thought of Christopher suffering.

"Yes," she said. "I will give you every piece of my soul."

The demon smiled. "Good," it said. "You have made a wise choice."

The demon reached out and touched Mayline. She felt a cold sensation spread through her body as her soul was torn from her.

With Mayline's soul in its possession, the demon released Christopher. Mayline watched Christopher emerging from the darkness, his face pale and drawn.

"Mayline," he said, his voice weak. "Thank you."

Mayline smiled sadly. "It was worth it," she said.

As Christopher walked away, Mayline turned to the demon. "Now, release me," she said.

The demon laughed. "You think I will?" it asked. "I have your soul now. You are mine forever."

Mayline felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, doomed to spend eternity with the demon.

But then, something unexpected happened. The glowing object in Mayline's hand began to pulse with a new intensity. A powerful light emanated from it and blinded the demon.

The demon screamed in pain as the light consumed it. It writhed and twisted, its form contorting into a grotesque shape. Then, with a final, blood-curdling scream, it vanished.

Mayline was free. Her soul was returned to her, and the demon was gone.

She stood there for a long time, watching the sunrise. A sense of peace washed over her, a feeling she had not experienced in a long time. She knew that she had survived, that she had overcome the darkness.

When she walked away from the cliff, she felt hope. She knew her journey was far from over, but she was ready for whatever challenges.

"I try to wait the night out

Try to keep the light out

We've only the moon left to outsmart

But we cannot want our way out of the dark."

Mayline's ordeal had left her physically and emotionally exhausted. She spent weeks recovering, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of her life. But despite the trauma she had endured, she emerged from the darkness with a renewed sense of purpose. She realized that she could no longer live in fear. She had faced the darkest depths of the human soul and had survived. Now, she was determined to use her experience to help others. Hence, Mayline began to study ancient texts and rituals, seeking knowledge of the supernatural. She learned about the Goetia, the demonic entities she had encountered, and the dangers of summoning them.

She also began to help others who were struggling with dark forces. She would visit people haunted by ghosts or tormented by demons, offering them guidance and protection. Mayline's reputation as a powerful exorcist soon spread quickly. People from all over the world sought her help, drawn to her compassion and her unwavering belief in the power of good.

One day, Mayline received a letter from Christopher. He had heard about her exploits and wanted to meet her. At first, she hesitated, unsure if she was ready to face him again. But she knew that she could not ignore his plea for help.

When they met, Christopher was a changed man. The darkness that had once consumed him was replaced by a sense of peace and serenity. He told Mayline that he had been haunted by the demon he had summoned but managed to break free from its influence.

She was relieved to hear that Christopher was safe. She told him about her own experiences, about the sacrifices she had made to save him.

"I'm so sorry for what I put you through," Christopher said. "I was blinded by my own selfishness."

Mayline smiled. "It's okay," she said. "We all make mistakes."

As Mayline and Christopher talked, they realized they still had feelings for each other. They had been through so much together, and their love had survived even the darkest trials.

They began to see each other again, slowly rebuilding their relationship. Mayline was cautious, knowing that the past could still haunt them. But she also felt a sense of hope, a belief that they could overcome anything together.

One evening, while walking on the beach, Christopher knelt down and proposed to Mayline. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached into his pocket, his voice trembling slightly. "Mayline," he began, his gaze locked on her, "will you marry me?"

A gasp escaped her lips as she covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes filled with tears of joy as she nodded eagerly.

"I do," she accepted his proposal without hesitation

Their wedding day was a masterpiece of love and celebration. The ceremony was a breathtaking affair, held on a sun-drenched beach. When they exchanged vows, Mayline's gaze met Christopher's, and she saw the same depth of love and commitment reflected in his eyes that she had always felt for him. As they walked away from the altar, hand in hand, Mayline felt a sense of peace and contentment. She knew her journey had been filled with darkness and despair, but it also led her to love and happiness. And she was grateful for every moment of it.

"I've got agency, but imagine me laying naked in your lap

Before a gathering of screaming fans, I'm your guitar

Mute me gently with the palm of your hand

So self-conscious, awareness was the catalyst

I'm scared, I close my eyes and picture this

Summer corn, a tea tree toothpick

A new song that makes you wanna make music."

Years passed, and Mayline and Christopher lived a peaceful life together. They had a beautiful home, a loving family, and a bright future ahead of them. Mayline was pregnant, and she and Christopher were filled with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their child.

However, a looming darkness started casting a shadow over their happiness. The entity that once possessed Christopher was still out there, its power growing after each day.

Mayline felt a growing unease. She sensed the entity's presence, a cold, malicious force that seemed to seep into their home. She tried to protect her unborn child, but she knew that the entity's power was far beyond her control.

One night, as Mayline lay awake in bed, she felt a chill run down her spine. She heard a faint scratching sound coming from the nursery. Heart pounding, she got up and tiptoed towards the room.

The door was slightly ajar. With trembling hands, Mayline pushed it open. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight illuminating the crib. And there, standing over the crib, was the entity. Its form was twisted and grotesque, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Mayline's blood ran cold as she realized the entity was about to harm her unborn child.

With a scream, Mayline lunged forward. She grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at the entity. The vase shattered, but the entity was unharmed. It turned to face Mayline, its eyes filled with malice.

"You dare to protect your child?" The entity hissed. "You will pay the price."

Mayline knew that she was no match for the entity's power. But she refused to give up. She fought back, her desperation fueling her strength.

The battle raged on, the room filled with shattering glass and the clash of metal. Mayline was injured, but she refused to yield. She fought with all her might, determined to protect her unborn child.

Just as the entity was about to strike the killing blow, Mayline felt a surge of energy course through her body. She closed her eyes and concentrated, drawing on the power of the ancient rituals she had learned.

A blinding light erupted from Mayline, engulfing the entity. It screamed in pain as it was consumed by the light. Then, with a final, blood-curdling shriek, it vanished.

Mayline was exhausted, but she was alive. She had defeated the entity, and she had protected her unborn child. As she lay on the floor, panting, she heard a faint cry. She looked down and saw her newborn baby lying peacefully in the crib.

Mayline reached out and gently stroked her baby's cheek. She knew her journey had been filled with darkness and despair, but she also knew she had emerged better than ever. She had faced the darkest forces of evil, and she had triumphed. And now, she was ready to begin a new chapter in her life, a chapter filled with hope and love.

When Mayline held her infant in her arms, feeding it, relief washed over her. She had survived and saved her child. But as she looked at Christopher standing by her side, she felt a pang of doubt. Something about his expression seemed off. There was a coldness in his eyes, a hint of something sinister. Mayline could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She began to recall the events of the past few months. Christopher had been acting strangely, more withdrawn and secretive. He had seemed almost obsessed with the entity, spending hours studying ancient texts and performing strange rituals.

Mayline confronted Christopher, demanding to know what he was hiding. At first, he denied everything. But as Mayline pressed him, he finally confessed the truth. He had been using Mayline and their unborn child as sacrifices to maintain his power with the entity from the start. He had been drawn to the dark side, seduced by the promise of power and control.

Mayline was devastated. She had trusted Christopher with her heart, and he had betrayed her in the most cruel way imaginable. She felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her. Christopher tried to apologize, but Mayline would not listen. She pushed him away, her heart filled with pain and resentment. She knew that she could never forgive him for what he had done.

As Mayline held her baby close, she vowed to protect her child from any harm. She would raise her child to be a good person, to love and be loved. And she would never let anyone hurt her again.

"We try to wait the night out

Try to keep the light out

We've only the moon left to out smart

But we cannot want our way out of the dark."

Mayline knew that she had to escape. Christopher would not stop until he had gotten what he wanted, which meant offering her and her child to that evil entity. She packed a small bag with essentials and quietly slipped out of the house, her newborn baby cradled in her arms.

She fled to a secluded cabin in the woods. It was where she had visited with Christopher before their marriage. It was a peaceful retreat, far from the reach of the evil entity and Christopher's influence.

As Mayline settled into the cabin, she knew she could not remain hidden for long. Christopher would find her, and when he did, he would stop at nothing to get his hands on her and her child. Mayline realized that she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to find a way to protect herself and her child and ensure that Christopher would never harm them again.

Mayline began to research ancient texts and rituals, seeking a way to defeat the entity that had possessed Christopher. She learned about a powerful dark ritual that could be used to summon a demon and harness its power.

But the ritual came at a terrible price. The person performing the ritual would have to sacrifice their lifespan. Mayline knew the risks, but she was willing to do anything to protect her child.

With trembling hands, Mayline began the ritual. She chanted the ancient incantation, her voice echoing through the cabin. As she chanted, the air around her grew thick and heavy. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, its form twisted and grotesque.

"You have summoned me," the demon said. "What do you want?"

Mayline explained that she needed the demon's power to destroy Christopher. The demon laughed. "You think you can defeat the entity that possessed him?" It asked. "You are a fool."

But Mayline was determined. She offered the demon her lifespan in exchange for its power. The demon considered for a moment and nodded.

"You have made a wise choice," it said. "Your sacrifice will be rewarded."

The demon reached out and touched Mayline. A chilling emptiness settled upon her, draining her life essence like a frigid wind.

With the demon's power coursing through her, Mayline knew she was ready to face Christopher. She waited for him to arrive, her heart pounding in her chest.

When Christopher finally arrived, he was furious. He had tracked Mayline down and was determined to get his revenge.

Mayline confronted Christopher, her voice filled with anger and determination. "You will never hurt my child," she said.

Christopher laughed. "We will see about that," he replied.

When Christopher lunged at Mayline, she raised her hand and channeled the demon's power. A blast of energy erupted from her, striking Christopher with immense force.

Christopher screamed in agony as he was thrown to the ground. He struggled to get up, but he was too weak.

Mayline walked over to Christopher and looked down at him. "This happens when you try to hurt innocent people," she said.

Christopher looked up at Mayline, his eyes filled with fear and regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please, forgive me."

Mayline hesitated. She knew Christopher was genuinely sorry, but she also knew he had caused her and her child immense pain.

Finally, Mayline nodded. "I forgive you," she said. "But you must promise to never harm anyone again."

Christopher nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I promise," he said.

As Christopher lay there, dying, Mayline felt a sense of peace. She had defeated the evil that had threatened her and her child and found the strength to forgive. Mayline knew that her life would never be the same. She had traded her lifespan for dark power and would eventually die soon. But she was at peace with her decision. She had done what she had to do and saved her child.

While watching Christopher take his final breath, Mayline held her baby close. She knew her child would grow up in a world free from the darkness that had once threatened them. And she was grateful for that despite knowing she would suffer the pain of her choice.

"I imagine you back in the cocoon

I know you miss your mommy

You can change your name

I know you didn't get to do

Everything you wanted to

You leave your body

Just one more ice cream scoop out of your brain

Pink matter, dark matter

Glass shattered, corporate ladder

Cake batter, splatter paint

Patron saint, all this pain."