American Horror Story2011

Fiona Goode:
You can help me live, Marie.

Marie Laveau:
I wish I could.

Fiona Goode:
You know the secret. You gave it to that despicable, torturing racist.

Marie Laveau:
I gave her a vial of my tears. If I gave it to you, you'd still be bald and weak and living out your last days over and over for all eternity.

Fiona Goode:
Who... gave it to you?

Marie Laveau:
I don't think you ready for that.

Fiona Goode:
Tell me your secret.

Marie Laveau:
I sold my soul... to Papa Legba.

Fiona Goode:
You conjured him... he just appeared?

Marie Laveau:
Mmm, I thought I was the sh*t back then. I had just come into my prime, and my magic was strong. Shockingly strong. I was pregnant, and I did not accept the idea of death. I was invincible. Papa must've heard me. Showed up one night, said, "You can have eternal life, Marie. I come to you once a year, and you give me what I want." I thought he meant some kind of sexual favors. Seemed simple enough at the time. I wished for it; it came true. Unknowingly, I made a deal forged in Hell.