Pretty lady, pretty baby; her face always had been her doom.
It was Hell's ultimate evil, a deal with a child. If she knew then that this day would come would she have said yes?
"I can make it stop, you know," said the red eyed child. "And it won't cost you a thing. Nothing. Not for ten long years."
Ten years is a life time to a child, stretching out into the unknowable future. She could not see that far ahead.
To Bela those years evaporated like mist, gone in an instant. Now it was ten seconds to Hell.