"In one condition," the Devil finishes. An evil smile plays at his lips.

I shakily look up and lock eyes with the Devil. "I will do anything," I whisper.

"I am the Lord of the Hell," the Devil says. "You will not get your lover back easily. You will have to travel to Hell and back to find your lover, and retrieve me the Dagger of Death from Hell, too."

"Where do I find your palace?" I ask. "What does the Dagger of Death look like? And surely my lover has gone to Heaven, not Hell. She was the sweetest person alive..." I trail off.

"My palace is different for everyone," the Devil says. "You have to travel through bad memories, over and over again. You'll have to face your fears. At the heart of your worst memories and fears, you'll find your lover, waiting for you. She'll have the Dagger of Death with her, which has a blood red handle and a blade so sharp even the most evil souls are afraid of it. It brings darkness in happy places. I have spoken with your lover. I have retrieved her from Heaven. She is evil now, and only you can save her, but you both might end up dead. You will find Hell in the darkest part of your mind, and if you concentrate hard enough, you will be broken away from here and be sent away on a boat with only a stone knife to help you fight of fears and memories. To get back, you will have to have defeated all of them without dying or becoming evil yourself. On your way back, if you have successfully gotten your lover to become good again, she will help you fight. You will probably die. You have been warned."

I straightened up, looked the Devil straight into the eye, and said, "I shall go."