Touched By Death by Harleigh Beck

I was forced to make a deal with the devil, well a devil of sorts.
One with ulterior motives, all to lead me back to them.
The three boys with inky black wings, and hellfire in their eyes.
Those same men who introduced me to sin and painted my blank canvas with their own dark desires.
I thought I could trust them, but nothing could have prepared me for their betrayal.
The secret they hid from me. It led me back here, back to where it all began.
Little do they know, there is more to my darkness than any of us could fathom.
It has been waiting there, dormant, ready to break free for a long time.
They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, and I believe it.