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“A deal’s a deal.”
“It’s a wound, it’ll heal.”
“You got what you wanted, the riches you flaunted, lived long and content. It’s a steal.”
“I’m still so afraid.”
“I still must be paid.”
“Please, I have family. If I could but have amnesty, at your feet all my wealth would be laid.”
“You stupid mere mortal,” the devil scoffed with a chortle, “You think with just gold that a soul could be sold, could be bargained away from my portal.”
“I don’t mean to insult-”
“Yet that’s been the result.”
“I will honor your fame, exalt you in name- your disciple to foster a cult.”
“Your offers are useless. This car wreck excuseless. Ferraris expendable, your weakness dependable. Your efforts to break contract fruitless-”
“I’ll give anything… here, my wedding ring. It’s a token of love, and there’s nothing above. My wife’s father’s once… here’s the thing…
“I’m a little relieved, I mean I thought I believed… I now must admit that I’m starting to get that frivolous bets make you peeved.”
“So you have a true offer? Because I never falter,” The devil did smirk at her well done artwork. There was one thing that men always taught her.
“I’ll make you a trade. I’m starting to fade. Give back my strength, my life longer length, and you’ll make away with a raid.”
“Just as expected, you’ve been misdirected. By your side I will stay, between us never a fray. My bidding was never detected.”
“My wife is with child. I’ve always been wild. As a father I’d fail, and to hear my wife wail… perhaps they are better compiled.
“Their bodies are pure, and I am quite sure that rather than suffering there could be a buffering. The impact for most would be mild.”
“So it is your family you lay at my feet. I promise that they shall not feel the heat. Only betrayal, mistrust- they’ll work dawn until dusk, shuffling others who’ve felt that defeat.”
“Is this your acceptance? You need no repentance?”
“You drive a hard bargain, your business is jargon, but I’ll never pass up pure subsistence.”
“So we have struck a deal?”
“You’ve approached me with zeal. All the years I’ve controlled you… when ma and pa didn’t hold you… we made all your fantasies real. ”
“This is no different. You’re still so ignorant. You from true wealth deflected, my profits reflect it. I’ve now cleared return on investment.”
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Loved your work, lol.
I love this so much.