The Bought Spirit's Descent: A Journey into the Abyss

In the heart of a desolate city, where the sun never rises and the moon is a mere shadow, there existed a place known only to the most desperate souls. It was here, in the bowels of the earth, that the infernal market was said to be held. It was a place where one could sell anything, and buy anything, for the right price. Among the wares on offer were the souls of the damned, their spirits sold into darkness for eternal servitude.

In the dim light of the market, a figure emerged, cloaked in shadows and shrouded in mystery. His name was Erevan, a spirit bound by a deal with the devil himself. Erevan had been sold into darkness, his soul traded for a fleeting moment of power and the promise of a life he could never have earned through honest means.

The market was a cacophony of wails and whispers, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and despair. Erevan's gaze swept over the myriad of souls, each one a testament to the market's cruel trade. He saw the young woman who had sold her beauty, the old man who had traded away his wisdom, and the child who had given up his innocence. Each soul was a piece of a puzzle, a piece of the infernal descent.

As he approached the center of the market, a figure stepped forward. It was the devil, a being of fire and shadow, its eyes glowing with malevolence. "Welcome, Erevan," the devil hissed. "You have chosen well. Now, prepare to descend into the abyss."

Erevan felt a shiver run down his spine as he followed the devil into the depths of the earth. The path was treacherous, winding through tunnels of fire and ice, past chasms of despair and the ever-present threat of the damned. He was guided by the devil's minions, creatures of darkness and pain, whose very existence was a reminder of the price he had paid.

As they journeyed deeper, the devil spoke, "You have been bought, Erevan. You will serve me in the infernal realms, until the day you are free. But beware, for the descent is long and fraught with peril."

The descent was a test of Erevan's resolve. Each step he took brought him closer to the devil's domain, and each step brought him face-to-face with the consequences of his actions. He encountered spirits who had been trapped for centuries, their minds twisted by the darkness, their souls forever bound to the infernal realms.

One such spirit, a once-proud warrior, now twisted and grotesque, approached Erevan. "Why do you come here, spirit?" the warrior demanded. "To serve the devil, as I must serve him. But why? What drives you?"

Erevan hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "Power," he replied. "I sought power above all else."

The warrior laughed, a sound that echoed through the tunnel. "Power is a lie, Erevan. Power is the chains you wear. You think you have bought your freedom, but you have only exchanged one form of slavery for another."

As the descent continued, Erevan's spirit was tested in ways he never imagined. He faced the specter of his own past, the pain of lost love and the weight of his own sins. He was forced to confront the truth of his deal, and the nature of the infernal descent.

One night, as the devil's minions slumbered, Erevan found himself alone in the depths of the earth. The darkness was oppressive, the silence deafening. He sat on a cold stone, his thoughts swirling with guilt and regret.

"Is this what I wanted?" he whispered to himself. "To be a slave to the devil, to be forever bound to this darkness?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the tunnel. "Erevan, are you here?"

It was the devil, standing before him, his form shifting and changing. "You have been a disappointment, Erevan. You have not served me as you should have."

Erevan stood, his resolve hardening. "I will serve you, but I will not be a slave. I will seek my own path, even if it means facing the darkness alone."

The devil's eyes narrowed. "Very well. You will have your chance. But remember, Erevan, the descent is long, and the abyss is deep."

With that, the devil vanished, leaving Erevan to ponder his future. He knew that his journey through the infernal descent was far from over. He would face trials and tribulations, he would encounter allies and enemies, and he would have to make choices that would define his fate.

As the descent continued, Erevan began to understand the true nature of the infernal market and the devil's domain. He realized that the descent was not just a physical journey, but a spiritual one. It was a journey into the depths of his own soul, where he would have to confront the darkest parts of himself.

In the end, Erevan's journey would lead him to a place he never thought he would reach. It would be a place of revelation, of redemption, and of the ultimate truth about the infernal descent. And in the process, he would come to understand the true cost of his deal with the devil, and the price he was willing to pay for his freedom.

The bought spirit's plunge into darkness had only just begun.