When Allen Harris's Beloved Moaned and Fell to the Ground

Baal snapped his fingers, and a parchment scroll appeared in his hand, its ornate border drawn in exquisite patterns and beautiful to look at. Then he began writing on it with the flame on his finger.

Voldemort narrowed his red eyes and swept them over the paper. He found that these devils were indeed cunning. Just as Bellatrix Black had once told You-Know-Who from the warnings about devils she had read in her family's collection when she was young, this Devil Grand Duke was trying to use these schemes and tricks to cheat him.

He deliberately said nothing and waited for Baal to write. Just as the other party was about to finish, Voldemort took an ordinary piece of parchment from his own robes. "Use mine."

"As you wish." Baal did not look disappointed. He only smiled, took it, and began sliding his finger rapidly across the parchment again. Only after writing for a while, he could not help complaining, "Business is getting harder and harder."

After it was written, the plain contract flew toward Voldemort. Voldemort weighed every word and sentence of the contract in his hand. After confirming that there were no traps in it, You-Know-Who signed his name on the Devil's Contract, and the contract automatically flew back before Baal. Baal also added his full name.

The instant Baal finished signing, the contract's power allowed Voldemort to understand every clause on the contract paper. Then Baal tossed the blackened book in his hand through the air toward Voldemort. Voldemort raised his hand and made the book float before him, examining it carefully.

The cover of the book was like sticky, rotten human skin, lumpy and uneven, and it seemed as if something beneath the cover was constantly sliding and surging, forever changing position as it burrowed back