Woman Discovers Boyfriend Made Demonic Pact at Crossroads

My name is Yasa. I'm 34 years old today, but this story happened when I was 29. At the time, I lived in Cratero in central Mexico and worked as a receptionist at a small hotel near the historic center. It was the kind of hotel that welcomed tourists who came to see the famous aqueducts and colonial churches. I had always been Catholic. I was raised by my mother, Doña Consuelo, who had been a widow since I was 12.

She took me to mass every Sunday without fail. Every Wednesday evening, I also attended a prayer group called Women of Faith, led by Sister Rosa Alva, an older woman who had become like a second mother to all of us. My life was peaceful, simple, full of faith until February 2020. My six-year relationship came to an end. Gerardo, my boyfriend, simply told me that he no longer loved me and then he left me for another woman.

Six years thrown away in a 20-minute conversation. I was devastated. I didn't know what to do with my life anymore. I kept asking myself what was wrong with me. I would hide in the hotel bathroom between guests, crying where nobody could see me. I convinced myself that no one would ever truly love me. And it was in that vulnerable state that I met Valentin. It was April 2020, a rainy Tuesday, that I remember as if it happened yesterday.

He arrived at the hotel around 5 in the afternoon, carrying a small suitcase and wearing a smile that seemed to light up the entire room. He told me he was a business consultant who traveled frequently for work. He said he was in Cratero to visit the Basilica of Our Lady of Sorana because he had made a promise. He was 35 years old, handsome, polite. And when he spoke to me, he looked directly into my eyes.

He booked a room for four nights. While I filled out his registration form, he started talking to me. He asked my name, where I was from, how long I had worked at the hotel. Nothing unusual. But there was something different about him. He actually paid attention to me. It was as if every word I said mattered. And after months of feeling invisible and unwanted, I felt seen for the first time.

On the second day, he came down for breakfast and sat at the table closest to the reception desk. He stayed there for more than an hour talking to me whenever I had a free moment. I learned that he was from Monterrey, that he had no children, and that he had never been married. He told me he still hadn't found the right person. Then he looked at me in a way that made me blush. I laughed nervously and went back to organizing the papers on the desk, but my heart was pounding.