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"No, no, no, Jeram! This absolutely WILL NOT do!" An angry Deal Maker voice pierced through the darkness. Suddenly, I was in a low-lit room, the only light coming from the fireplace. I was sitting in a comfortable, red-fabric chair, facing the fire. A figure stood in front of it. I tried to make out his features, but his entire frame was shadowed, the light from the fire making it too difficult to recognize his face. He started to pace. "You are the strongest entity on that earth, yet you can't even live through a measly arrow!" He said.

"Um- I'm sorry? I'm only human."

The man got right in my face. At this distance you would think that I could see his face, but as I looked at him, I saw that all he was was a shadow, through and through. His hot breath blasted in my face. "No! You're NOT human! I kept you alive for the specific purpose of you not being one! And now you've done it. All my fine work…" He trailed off as he waved his hand, a chair materializing out of the blackness. He sat down and buried his face in his hands, thinking.

I sat there awkwardly for a few minutes while the being in front of me was searching his thoughts. I looked around the room. It was very lavishly decorated, or at least it once was. I could see the fancy wallpaper peeling from the walls. Mold and dirt were in the corners of the room, masked by the gloom of the shadows around it. I came to the conclusion that I must be in hell, knowing that I still had died, and that I definitely didn't have a place in Heaven.

"I got it!" The Deal Maker bolted upright in his chair, then stood up gleefully. Quickly, he walked over to the door of the room, and opened it. A reddish pink light streamed out of it. He looked back at me, which was a bit strange, seeing a lone shadow bathed in light. "Well, ya comin'?" He extended his hand, pointing towards me. I lurched out of my seat, levitated by his power. I was set down on the floor behind him as we walked through.

When I saw what was on the other side of the door, I was amazed and horrified. The circular room had to have been at least a hundred feet high, forming a dome at the top. On the walls, there were shelves, filled with potions, ingredients, and pentagrams. I gasped, seeing the collection of his unholy symbols and brews. I could sense that this was definitely a bad place, one where not even God cares to dwell in.

The shadow was floating, about twenty feet in the air, rummaging through the various concoctions on the shelves. He was muttering to himself, probably trying to remember where something was. "Aha!" I heard him shout, grabbing something off of the cupboard. It quickly disappeared in his hand. I watched him as he stared down at me, floating back down onto the floor. He thrust out his closed fist, offering me the thing he had just grabbed. As he placed it into my palm, I felt a huge tremor, like an earthquake. The world around me started to fray away, piece by piece. Cracks started to creep along the walls, as if I was ceasing to exist here. I looked into my hand. It was a necklace with a black pendant, with the symbol of the fire demon on it, just as I had once seen in the cave.

"What is this?!" I shouted to him, the world falling apart around me. Where the cracks in the walls formed, all I could see was darkness. "And why is this place falling apart!?"

"Put that around your neck, Jeram! And don't lose it! That's what is going to keep you anchored to the real world. I still need you to do my bidding, you know. Only you can remove it, so don't worry about that." Chunks of the floor were starting to give way now. I was standing on the only piece left when the he added, "A piece of advice: don't sit up too fast." Then, the last tile of the ground toppled, and I started to free fall.

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I landed on to a hard surface, on my back, with a healthy thud. It was cold, wherever I was. Very cold. I groaned, putting my hand to my head, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. I decided that it must have just been a dream, and that I was still awaiting my execution in Restauga.

I bolted upright, or at least tried to. As soon I brought my head up, it slammed into hard stone. I groaned again, yet another reason to put my hand on head. I laid there for a couple minutes, then felt my way around, looking for a way out, but I couldn't find one. Everywhere around me, there was a wall of stone. I ignited a flame in my palm, looking around where I was. On the side of one wall, etched into the stone, it read my full name: Jeram Leviticus Igneal.

This wasn't a room. This was my coffin. It had all really happened. I looked down at my chest at where the arrow had hit. There was a pale mark there, but it was as if the shot had happened years ago. It didn't hurt at all when I touched it. Still looking around my chest area, I saw the necklace from my vision, the symbol on it glowing orange in the darkness.

Suddenly, I heard a sound. Not protruding, or annoying, but sad. It was someone weeping, and it was nearby. I started to see frost appear on the top of the coffin. Elsa. I thought. Without thinking, I used all my demonic strength and punched the top of the coffin. I was actually surprised at how easily my fist went through. The pendant must have boosted my strength. Rubble fell into my little alcove of stone, but then I punched again, moving the top slab of stone off. I climbed out of my concrete tomb. The crying had stopped as I rose into the world once again, the sun shining and the air fresh. I could see a teary-eyed Elsa, in a black dress, looking in amazement at me.

"Oh" I said to her. "Hey."

Without saying a world, she tackled me in joy, bringing me to the ground as she laughed. I guess she must have gotten caught up in the moment, because as soon as she was on top of me, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. She must have realized what she had done, because her eyes quickly snapped open in surprise. I saw her blush in embarrassment when I didn't kiss her back. She pulled away, still happy to see me. "You're alive!" She said, staring into my eyes as tears fell from her and onto my chest.

Still in shock at what had just happened, I said, "Seems like it." She rolled off of me to my right. I saw her glance over.

"How'd you do it?" The grin on her face hadn't left. I looked over to her, then pulled out the pendant that was around my neck.

"I know a guy." I said, jokingly. The fire emblem hadn't stopped glowing, even in the light I could see it clearly.

Her face lit up in curiosity when she saw the necklace. "What is that?" She sat up. I did the same. She took hold of the symbol, inspecting it in her soft hands. After a couple seconds of touching it, she gasped and dropped it. "Ouch!" she squealed. "That's hot!"

I picked it up, but it felt cool in my hands. I wasn't phased by it at all, and I'm not sure my invulnerability to fire was the cause. Looking down, I said, "I'm not really sure, but all I know is I can't lose it."

"Where'd you get it?" "

You know. Him."

"Ah, I see." She could tell that I didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't pry any more. She stood up and brushed the dirt off of her dress. I stood up as well, noticing that I was back in the suit that I had received the night of the ball. I must have been buried in it. I looked around and saw that I was in Arendelle, at the royal cemetery. I looked at my ruined coffin, and kind of felt bad that I had destroyed it, it was a work of art. The top of the casket had one of those fancy statues of me on it, laying down, apparently asleep. A stone version of my staff was clutched in my hands, across my chest. Where my left arm should've been, there was the hole that I punched through earlier. Seeing the statue of myself reminded me that I didn't have my staff with me, which was the one thing I always had.

"Elsa, where's my staff?"

"It should be in the coffin." Sure enough, it was. I picked it up, and it felt like embracing an old friend. I was glad to have that again, I was glad in general that I was back. I walked back to a smiling Elsa. As we walked back to the castle, I felt the pendant on my chest, growing heavy with each passing footstep. I knew that the gift of life wouldn't come without a price. There's always a catch.

Elsa bumped me playfully with her shoulder. "Sorry I kissed you, I uh, must have slipped."

I grinned. "Don't worry about it. I 'slip' all the time," I replied, pecking her on the cheek. Her white cheeks turned bright red as she smiled.

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"Enjoying yourself, Jeram?"

I must have fallen asleep in my room. After I had walked back here with Elsa, we enjoyed a private dinner by the fireplace, interrupted only once by a happy snowman, skipping through the halls. I could feel our friendship growing, maybe into something more. I know that I had promised myself that I wouldn't get involved, but it felt like some outside force, pushing us together. I've never felt like this about anyone before. It was strange, yet refreshing.

But now I was in the realm of the Deal Maker, the craggy, red landscape of Hell surrounding me. I could sense he had something important to tell me.

"You know, you can't forget the reason I brought you back here. You're still mine." He threatened.

My mouth curled in a defiant frown, not saying a word. I hated this. I hated him. I was haunted so much my dreams, I never wanted to fall asleep anymore. But I knew it wasn't within my power to disobey him. I knelt down on the sharp, blood-red rocks below my feet and bowed my head. "What would you have me do, Master?"

I could hear him laugh. It was an awful, cruel laugh that sounded like metal getting sharpened by stone, the screech sending a chill down my spine. "Now that's more like it! You've finally learned loyalty! Good to see! Unfortunately, right now I don't have another assignment for you, but not to worry, one will come. No, today I just came to you with a warning."

"That's kind of you, my Lord." I said, standing up.

"Indeed it is. What I came to tell you is as always, the gift of life is never free. The first time I resurrected you, when you were a babe, you became my servant. This time, the cost is more pricey. That stone around your neck," I looked down at the fire pendant I had received not hours before. "It is called an Ignus Lapidem. It keeps your soul anchored to your body. If you take it off, or it gets destroyed, you'll be back here in Hell until I can get you another one. Unfortunately, they are uncommonly rare, and it would be quite an ordeal to obtain another. Needless to say, if you lose it, you'll most likely never see your little girlfriend again."

It pissed me off that even he thought that Elsa and I were together. "Damn it to Hell, she's not my girlfriend!"

I heard him chuckle. I knew that there was more that he hadn't told me about the Lapidem. "There's more to the pendant, if you aren't too busy interrupting me."

"My apologies, my Master."

"You are forgiven. As I was saying, the Ignus Lapidem is a rare piece of magic, not many things can bring you back from the dead. Of course, this always comes with a price."

"Yes, what's the price?"

"Every person that you've ever brought to death will be resurrected along with you, and I'm guessing, most of them will be coming back to you, for blood."

The dream had shifted away from the hot, dusty scenery of Hell to a cool island cemetery, the spring breeze filling the air. Although I was away from the land of the damned, I could still feel the presence of the Deal Maker in my midst, observing along with me. The moon shone bright on the ocean, which I could see through the wrought-iron gates that protected the gravesite. I heard a sound coming from behind me. A giant stone tomb, with the name Westerguard chiseled over the entrance. I could hear the cracking of stone, and the tumbling of rocks onto the floor. Stumbling footsteps came out from the darkness, which then corrected themselves to normal walking. Out of the shadows came a young man dressed in a white suit, with brown hair and a faded scar on his throat. This was the man that I had killed weeks ago. He looked pretty good for a guy that been decomposing all that magic must have healed him completely. I saw him stare into my eyes, but walk right past me, to the gate.

"He can't see us." Satan told me. "We're just here as projections. But he will come for you. More importantly, he'll come for Arendelle."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."