It's the witching hour as a young college student steps up to a crossroads in an isolated area outside of the city. Off in the distance a dark figure approaches cane in hand, a heavy fog hugs the ground, as a full moon emerges through dark clouds over head. The smell of rain hangs heavy in the night air.
A figure soon comes into focus, as a young college student watches, as a tall slim man, dressed in a white suit, with long tails, wearing a wide brimmmed Panama hat on his head approaches.
His eye's a glow like candle flames, as he stands before the young man, an evil grin upon his face, the stranger speaks. "So boy what is it you would you ask of me, on this glorious night?" Do you smell that boy? The clean crisp smell, of the night air?
The stranger says, Oh how I love the night so. The day light is way to over rated don't you agree? The young man responds,I suppose so. The young man then asks, Is it true what I have read about the legend of the devil's wolf belt?
The Devil's wicked grin broadens, delighted by what he's been ask, he then responds, you mean my wolf strap? The young man replies, Yes the wolf strap. Is the legend true? Does it offer one powers, and eternal life?
The devil responds, "Oh yes my boy and so much more." You must of course be worthy of such a gift. Are you worthy boy? The devil asks with a wicked smile on his face.
The young responds, I'd give anything to have such a gift. The devil smiles and responds, you say you'd give anything? Then how about your soul in exchange?
The young man responds, you are kidding right?
The devil replies, if you say so. He then pulls a contract out of his pocket and says, sign here and the wolf strap is yours. The young man reaches for the devil's pen and pricks his finger on it's tip, a drop of blood drips onto the contract.
The devil responds, Ahhh.... That shall do nicely.
The story begins...