Love is a powerful human emotion. The apex of its ideal uplifts the human condition and is called 'inspiration'. Its nadir degrades the soul and is called 'fanaticism'. When the devil walks the Earth in patent leather pumps, a short skirt and all the lacy things a simple man craves, countless lives go awry and evil prospers. One man will do anything for her. Ever for her.
The devil is a femme fatale. What is the price of a soul? What is the currency of its purchase?