When I took a bullet to the liver and was left to bleed out in an alleyway in Orlando, Florida—probably the worst place for someone like me to be in these interesting times—I was not expecting to learn the answer to what awaits us after death. Unfortunately, it's that daemons are real, and they occasionally get so bored they find random mortals to offer Faustian bargains.
And, as everyone knows, those are never worth it. Right?
And, as everyone knows, those are never worth it. Right?