Hermione made her way through the dungeons. Once and awhile she would hit a dead-end and have to retrace her steps. A few times she had to side step into rooms to avoid teachers patrolling the halls, but as she crept farther into the dungeons any sign of human life began to disappear. Finally, she found the room she was looking for. She paused outside the doorway to read the inscription above it. It read Gilda's Library. That explained why it had a copy of Satan's Story; although, Hermione found it a rather lacking library as it only had two books. She entered the room. It was cloudy outside, so there was no light coming through the window. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust. Soon enough she could see the room anyway.
"That's one good thing about being a Goldwin."
The only thing in Hermione's opinion. Her eyes moved around the room again, and fell on the two books. Satan's story rested where it had been, but the journal was gone. It struck odd in Hermione's mind since she hadn't been able to move it. She walked over to the bookcase and reached her hand out, but before she touched it a voice echoed behind her.
"YOU HAVEN"T FULFILLED YOUR RESPONSIBILITY."
Hermione spun, and found a huge red man standing in front of her; if she could call him a man. His face was scarred so badly, she could barely make out where his nose and mouth were. His skin was pulled tight over his frame, giving him a half starved look. His entire eye was coal black. Hermione looked him up and down, he could be no other than Satan.
"I thought Gilda sent you back."
The man threw back his head and laughed. It came out as more of a wheeze, like he was breathing dust.
"Gilda signed a contract with me. She broke it; she had no choice."
"What do you mean?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed. No deal with the devil was a good deal.
"I promised her and her descendants all the power in the world, in exchange for their undivided loyalty."
"But she tricked you?"
"She requested to be left one human emotion, to be decided by individual."
Hermione watched him pace. It was strange to be having such a calm conversation with Satan. It seemed to be her birthright, to be on this level with him though.
"You haven't picked an emotion."
Hermione turned the thought over in her head. To never feel anything but love would become bland, but the same was true of anything else. It seemed either way, she would gain the powers owed to her.
"All Goldwins have?"
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean?"
Satan didn't answer. Hermione frowned.
"Either answer my question or leave!"
As soon as Hermione had finished the word leave Satan was gone. He had left behind him, on the floor, the journal. Hermione picked it up. The cover was dusty, and when she opened it the edges of the page crumbled away. She blew away the dust and began to read.
"I will leave this place now, for I will not sacrifice Cero. If you are reading this, Satan has no doubt gotten free, meaning you are my descendent and have most likely no guidance on who you are. It is your responsibility to pick an emotion; I hope you are not the first to come after me in our line. If true love had been found before a month had passed you would be free of his clutch, but in control of his power. As it is you two are faced as equals. He has the power to destroy you but you control his actions, be careful though he will trick you. I fear to try and send him back for it will cost me Cero. I am sorry I summoned him, for if he wasn't here on earth he would have no way to enforce our contract."
Hermione dropped the book, and sank to the floor. She either had to join him, or beat him. She sighed. So now she was at war with Satan. Suddenly, Voldemort didn't seem quite as bad.