About the book: 2020 / “I agree to work for Belial, the demon of Hell,” I read aloud. - And a signature. Is this the whole contract? Without any conditions?—What conditions could there be? — Belial grinned. “You agree to work for me, and I undertake to help you in everything for the rest of my life.” Your whole life, to be precise, because I'm immortal.” “So I need to sign?” With an ordinary pen, not with blood? Velial put a thin stationery pin in front of me. “Here.” Sterilized in a hellish cauldron. Sign and put your fingerprint in blood. “And you will take my soul?” “Don’t worry, I don’t need your soul,” the demon grinned again. - But so be it, I agree with the body.