There once, was a young boy. Just a young German boy. His father was shipped out to fight for the German empire.
All the boy had was his mother, father, and a little red ball. One day a Man from the military came to his house. The boy had know idea why. All he knew is the his mother was now in tears. She grasp her child for dear life for he is all she had left.
A year went by, the mother was beginning really clingy to her now 7 year old son. One day the boy was playing outside when the ball bounced in the road. The young boy made Chase, but didn´t see the car. The kid was hit and he was hit hard.
The mother looked down to see her only piece of sanity left, ripped by the MIGHTY hand of fate. She wasn't going to let her baby die, not like this.
Later that night she drew a Pentagram on the wall. The lightning of hell it's self was unleashing before her. When it ended she was met with a skinny figure who's mouth reached ear to ear.
The demon spoke in a raspy voice. It asked why it was summoned. The mother told it what she wanted, she wanted it to save her son.
The demon smiled, he uttered two words "The Soul". The mother heard the word clear as day. She offered her self to the pits of hell, for her son. She agreed to the terms. Her body fell limp to the floor.
In the hospital the boy awoke. The doctors said it was a miracle. Sadly the boy had no memory, of his life and a week later he died of the flu.
The moral of the story a mother's love is unbound and never trust a demon. Hope you enjoyed my tale.