I sought power, as most men do, however foolishly. It was something I was willing to wager my soul upon, as I thought my devilish scheme could outwit the Devil himself. Sure of myself and my plan, I stared into his eyes and was only met by hellfire and oblivion.

“And for what reason did you summon me,” he said in a chorus of pained voices,

“What is it that you are willing to suffer for eternity for?”

Hesitation, for but a moment, before my response.

“I want an immortal body that will never die,” I say.

I’d thought about this long and hard, for I wouldn’t go to hell if I could never die. I saw a shark-toothed grin stretch across his face, his fangs bared to make way for a barrage of laughter.

“Fair enough,” he said. “This world will become your hell soon enough.”

At the time I was unsure of what he meant, and so he took advantage of this confusion. The Devil stretched his hand out to shake mine and finalize our deal.

When we did, a tempest of flames shot from the ground and engulfed us both. I saw my flesh melt away and reveal a skeleton. I felt the fluid in my eyes boil before I went blind. I screamed until my voice fell silent and I fell into unconsciousness.

Upon awaking, I had no burns. I had gotten what I wanted.

Time passed and I was feared across the battlefield. The immortal soldier, incapable of being stopped. However the taste of victory turned to ashes in my mouth. Many men received honorable deaths by my hand, something I could never achieve myself.

Many years later, I fell in love. The biggest mistake I ever made.

She was beautiful, the only person I’d met that was capable of filling a century’s worth of emptiness. For a time, we were happy. She’d known what I was, but stayed regardless, and I was grateful. She fell ill about 15 years into our marriage, the sickness took hold quickly.

“I can’t meet you where you're going,” I told her. “Please. Please don’t leave me yet.”

She grasped my hand in hers, her grip growing weaker and weaker, and looked straight through me to the soul that was no longer there.

“You’re a good man,” she said, “Help people. Save them. Maybe then your name can join me in heaven.”

She smiled, and that was it. She died on a Tuesday.

I don’t know how long it’s been, how many lifetimes I’ve surpassed. Every form of death cannot affect me, as I’ve tried them all. I can’t even be hurt. I can no longer feel. I’ve become the hero she wanted me to be, but no matter how many people I save, no matter how much of a difference I’ve made, I still want nothing more than to die. I keep thinking to myself, “maybe tomorrow.” This world has become hell.

The weathered wood creaked under the weight of the elderly man who eased into it, lowering himself with the aid of a cane. Each year he climbed to the top of the hill. This year would be the last. As he stared out towards the setting sun, its glow illuminated eyes that still sparked with life. And oh what a life he had led!

As the sun touched ground and the sky grew dark. a figure sank down next to him without a sound. Not even a whisper came from the bench, as if he weighed nothing. "Hello again, Sebastian."

A quiet nod. "Good evening, old man."

"Ah, so I'm the old man now?"

With a chuckle, he set his cane down against the bench. "You've lived longer than I, wouldn't you say you've earned that title?"

"I'm not certain I'd call it living." The stranger tipped his hat, a tall affair with a black ribbon on black satin. "You, on the other hand, have done well for yourself over the last century."

"A full century." Twinkling eyes grew brighter. "How I have enjoyed it."

The stranger considered his companion. "You could go again, you know. Start fresh in a new body, maybe try a different model? Females have more fun, I hear."

He shook his head. "Nope. One good life is enough for me." He continued to watch until the last rim of daylight finally disappeared, blanketing them in nightfall. "I am ready to pay for many years of happiness."

"Are you sure?" The stranger peered into him, trying to view past the glimmer.

"Absolutely."

"What about your wife? You won't see her again."

"We spent seventy-five years together, she's likely tired of me." He smirked warmly.

"What about your children? You won't see them grow."

"I've seen them grow plenty. And their children, and even their children. They're doing just fine without me."

The stranger licked his lips with an almost snake-like manner. "Sebastian, you made this decision as a much younger man. Surely you realize now what a mistake it was. One hundred years against the balance of eternity?"

"Are you claiming the devil made me do it?" Sebastian laughed, his old bones shaking under his sweater. "I don't remember you twisting my arm."

"I usually don't need to." The stranger replied softly. "You all come to me."

"And I don't regret a thing." Sebastian gripped his cane and stood, slowly raising off the bench which groaned again with the motion. "It's my time. I'm ready to pay, old man."

Without a sound, the stranger rose and faced him. "Sebastian, I'm sorry. You paid me a long time ago. I've nothing left to collect." He stared him down, willing him to argue back.

The old man frowned, confused. "Really? You took it then?"

"No refunds or exchanges. Payment due at time of signing. Same terms for everyone." From a dark coat pocket he withdrew a piece of parchment, signed in red. "You've already paid in full."

"Oh. Guess it's true you don't really miss it." With a shrug, he waited. "So...do I go down now?"

"I'm afraid not, Sebastian."

"Huh?"

Moving like the growing shadows in the moonlight, the stranger circled him. "Every soul I've taken lessens a man. In some small, unmeasurable way. The greed and desperation that drove them to me feed on the empty shell I leave behind. Except you." Burning embers of red glowed beneath the hat. His tone became a low hiss. "You went on living happily. Peacefully. With no regrets or remorse. You settled down, built a home, raised god-fearing little ingrates and then after seventy-five years with the same damn woman you laid her to rest and came here, punctual as a dog running back to its master."

Sebastian shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Oh? Let me spell it out for you then." The stranger grew taller, stretching over the short, spindley old man before him. A wicked wind licked the air as his coat blew about, shrouding Sebastian in even blacker darkness than the night. "You earned your place in paradise, you blessed little brat. I have no right now to claim you. I may have taken your soul, but apparently the true prize was your damned heart."

A sharp pain rose in Sebastian's chest as he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground alongside his cane which blew to the earth in a gust of demonic wind. "I...I didn't mean to cheat you..." he stammered, the soft tufts of hair left on his head blowing wildly. "I swear!"

"Cheat me? Who do you think I am, a second-rate poker player!?" His voice echoed into the valley below. "I AM THE DEVIL INCARNATE, SEBASTIAN ORTEGA!" The wind whipped into a feverish pitch, the leaves and grasses pulled into a swirling vortex that glistened in the now crimson moon above. Faster and faster they twirled, circling Sebastian as he clutched his breast. They seemed to suck the wind from his very lungs and he gasped, unable to breathe. He fell backwards, his mouth open and his eyes tearing up from the wind. As he convulsed on the ground the devil watched, his red eyes boring into the old man until at long last his heart gave out, its steady rhythm falling still along with the air. His eyes closed quietly, their light extinguished.

Standing over him, the stranger shrank to mere mortal measurements once more, and considered. Leaning down, he whispered into the old man's ear. "No one cheats the devil. A deal is a deal." Picking up the cane, he tapped it lightly to the brim of his hat and turned away. "Enjoy your eternity, Sebastian Ortega. You truly earned it."

And with a swish of the cane, he strode back down the hill.

I read the paper two times. i got the box ready, put the indgridents inside and said a prayer. i didnt expect it to work, but it did. I looked up to see a black hooded creature. He made the rules very clear. I hade four years to enjoy my wish, then i would go and get more demons, if I refused I would be tourtured for eternaity. I said i under stood. I wished for my family, to be alive and well again. And for four whole years I had them, My daughter,My wife and my mom. Then at the last day of the fourth year I woke up and saw an empty house, I knew what had happend and the pain that was first there was ten times worse. i felt them In the fires of hell, i heard them screaming. My arms and legs dissapred, My eyes, they saw things diffrently. I could smell buring flesh and fire. the house was on fire.I panicked until it swelled me in. All around me there was fire and soon the screams where all around me, Sounds of my child, my beatiful child, sobbing asking for it to stop. Then I saw them. They where all in chains, they where on fire, Flesh was peeling off, The hair was burnt off and when they where notjhing but bones they came together again, i watched for a soild five times before I couldnt watch anymore. It scared me, but the worst part was that i felt calm. I turned and saw the hooded figure once again;. he told me it was time to pay. that it wasnt gonna be fun, but it would be better then their fate. he gave me a list of people who where going to call me and their history. Rihgt at noon, like the list said, I was called and pulled by an invsiable fource to a cross roads. A women in her twentys wished for a hot boyfriend after I explained the rules to ehr. I mumbled the spell he taught me and was ushered into the red fires. for the first week or so it was like that, some old drunk person asking for a dumb thing like a million dollars, of a husbend, even to get laid. But one night I looked down at the list and saw that it listed a four year old girl. Surly this cant be right, she would die at eight and that was far to young to capture souls. I found the black hooded figure and told him my thoughts. You know what he said? That he never said that this was easy, that I had to suck it up. Son enough I was again pulle dinto the night air and a little girl stood in the middle. She was crying and holiding a bear. She looked up and saw me. her eyes gave a llok of pain and fear, but also relife. I had to bend down to see in her eyes, all the pain flooded me. He eyes looked like my daughters,a dn shuddenly the image of them mealting int he fire was in my mind. I carefully explained the rules to her, trying to make her change her mind, but she understood, I know that for a fact, but it was too soon, she was too young and the pain was too fresh, and it hit too close to home.

" i want my mommy and daddy back"

She may have mumbled that but it seemed that she was screaming it. Tears pooled in ehr eyes threating to spill over. I wanted to hug her but I know the only thing she would feel was coldness and death. I did touch her head and she shivered away from the cold, but I saw enough. Her mother and father trapped in the car, her yelling, the glass, her oping her eyes in the hospital bed, the look of the doctors when she asked her parents and the abuse from her aunt now. Worst the blame. In her mind she might of well have been the drunk driver. She had asked for a doll for a few months and she had finally gotten the answer, they where coming home from the store, her dad being funny and making it talk, then the crash. i went though the menatal list of names in hell and theres wasnt in there, i wanted to tell her but we wernt aloud to talk after the rules. I thought and thought, The way this worked is if they where to be brought back alive, they wold die again and she most likly would too, but they would all suffer. the fires would consume them and their voices would mix with the rest. This litle girl desreved better.

"I aid I want my mommy and daddy back, Why wont you work!" She sat down and looked deflated and started to sob.

"Yeah, why wont it work?"

I looked back and saw the dark hood again

I told him that I couldnt do this, that it was killing a child, that there sould be some rules or guidelines. He started to take off his hood and inside was a dark pit, With eyes filled of fire. Looking at them I felt the burn. My skin sizzled and I couldnt hold back the scream anymore. he pulled it back over his face and told me to take her, o that would be waiting for me forever. I wanted to, but if I did then thats what would wait the little girl. I again said no. He toched me and I felt fire agian and I couldnt move. He grabed the sword from his side and walke dover to the little girl. She must have seen him because she looked gratifula dn awating. He hugged her and she cried and thanked him. looked down and he pulled back his hood. She was screaming so loud my ears felt like they where going to burst. The nosie hurt more then the fire that she was feeling. her skin was bubbling now and I didnt known what to do. Right as her energy was almost gone, the hood found his way over his eyes. She looked like a mummy in some places, he skin was charred and falling off, her eyes where no longer blue, instead they where haging down by a thread and redness was all they chould see. He touched her and her little mouth opended. A little blue mist came out, it was shapped like a bunny. It found its way into his black mouth and she slumbed over. Alive but somehting was diffrent. He touched her and this time within a neno second fo death he took his sword adn swung it. In one swift motion he body slumbed and her head rolled off, still on fire. Now for you he told me. He touched me and despit all my effort I found my mouth opening. i elt the coolness come out of me. A blue mist shaped like a baby. Then I blacked out. That leads me to now. I sit in the fire with the smell of wet grass and death. fire burns though us all. My daughter has stopped yelling and the little girl sits next to her weeping but not sobbing, Lookign to me for comfort. As for my wife, her hair even though its black still has its beatiuy and so does my daughters. I hold her in the fire and will never let her go again, I hold her just like I did years ago, but this time for once and for all.

To my wife Anne,

First, let me tell you that I love you. I know recent events have made it hard to believe sometimes, but I do. Over the past few nights I have grown distant from you and I think that you have felt it. Here is the reason why.

Hopefully you remember the trip I took to Texas. The one where I broke down somewhere in Mississippi. Well, I didn’t tell you everything. I did break down in Mississippi, the damn car conked out on a vacant stretch of road leading into Louisiana. With no gas station in sight and my shitty cell phone reception, I couldn’t get any help. I didn’t want to sit on my ass and wait for a passerby so I got out and started walking. I swear I walked for miles in that damn heat! Sweat seeped through my shirt, my pants, everything! I felt my knees get weaker, my mouth was so dry I couldn’t produce saliva! I stopped by the roadside to think about any other course of action that I could take. Absentmindedly, I said something to the effect of “I’ll trade my soul for something cold to drink.” Sometime later, I continued to walk. I figured, at that point I had walked too far away from the car to turn back so I pushed on.

As I approached a crossroads off of US 43, a black antique looking vehicle approached me from behind. Even though it was an old school type of car, I didn’t hear the engine or anything until it pulled up beside me. The car was nice! Smooth midnight black paint all over with chrome lining. The whole thing was pristine. I tried to see a driver through the passenger side window but the tint was too dark. When the window went down, a well-dressed man with a thin black mustache and a pulled back ponytail sat in the driver’s seat looking back at me. He offered me a ride to the nearest service station and with the way the heat was beating down on me, I jumped in the car without hesitation.

Our time together was relatively brief. After I introduced myself and told him about my situation concerning my car, we made some small talk during which I told him about the job, the heat, and various other things. I answered each question honestly because at the moment, I felt at ease around him and he didn’t ask any personal type of questions. I thanked him for the ride several times and expressed how eager I was to get to civilization so that I could buy something to drink. That’s when my real problems began.

Anne, the next thing I’m about to tell you may seem unbelievable, but trust me, it’s real. The man reached into the back seat and brought forth the coldest, most mouthwatering bottle of water that I have ever seen! The bottle was so cold that shards of ice were still floating near the top, condensation ran over the tips of his fingers as he held it. Looking at the water reminded me of that silly shit I muttered earlier that day. Like an idiot, I brought up my statement and he pulled over to the side of the roadway instantly. Once the car was in park, he looked at me. His eyes were ocean blue but I couldn’t help feeling that something else was in those eyes, something dark.

“Did you really mean that?” He asked.

I told him that I did, but believe me I meant it as a joke! We both laughed a bit about the absurdity of it all and as our chuckles faded he offered me the water. At that point, the dryness in my mouth taxed my throat. I felt myself straining just to speak. I took the bottle from his hand. Before I cracked the seal, he said to me almost playfully, “If you take a sip, I get that soul right?”

Of course, I thought he was full of shit, just fucking with me about my “soul” comment and was making light of the situation. We laughed a little bit more about it. I can still remember what I said back.

“Sure man, after all the help you’ve given me, it’s yours.” After that, I opened the water and downed it in one sitting.

The moment, I mean the exact damn moment I finished the last few drops from the bottle, he put the vehicle in drive. Within seconds we were at a gas station. I mean, it seemed to just appear over a small hill we went over. He pulled up to a pump and told me that “it was nice” speaking to me. As I unbuckled my seat belt he grabbed me by the shoulder to get my attention. I turned to look at him, those cold blue eyes locked on mine once again.

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya friend.” He said to me with a smile. He stuck out his hand. I shook it but didn’t know what he meant at first until I thought back to the “soul” stuff. I thought the guy was a little touched in the head so I just nodded and smiled. I wanted to thank him properly so I asked his name.

“I got a multitude of names,” I remembered that line because to me “multitude” of names confirmed to me that the guy was clearly nuts! A multiple personality type thing. So anyway, I asked him what he preferred to be called.

“Ba’al will be fine,” he said it as plainly as a person would when ordering a coffee. I told him that the name was unusual and he agreed that it was.

“Our names are unusual to you mortals.”

Once again, my theory on the guy was confirmed…crazy. I began to back away. I mean, since I’m safely at a location with other people around I didn’t need to entertain that lunatic any further, but he continued.

“You probably think I’m not in my right mind, but I assure you that I am. I am, in many circles, referred to as one of the ‘fallen’. One of those cast out from Heaven and banished to Hell many years ago.”

“So you’re the devil?” I admit, I chuckled a little when I said it. It just seemed so damned ridiculous. That look he gave me afterward is still burned in my mind.

“No, I’m not king Lucifer, nobody has seen him in quite some time. Besides, you mortals always assume each time you meet one of us that we are he. We are not.”

Yup! As I’m sure you guessed, I walked away immediately. The guy made me nervous to the point of goose bumps. As I walked away, he shouted that he would return in fifteen thousand nine hundred and eighty four hours. The time frame was oddly specific but like I said, the guy was lost his mind. I couldn’t help but noticing that as he spoke, he did so with such confidence and clarity that I started to believe that he may not be crazy. I chalked the whole thing up to him obviously fucking with me. He gave me a parting wave and left, driving back from the same way that we came.

I entered the gas station and luckily the clerk let me use the phone to call roadside assistance. A wrecker came and got the car, which I told you about. While I waited for the tow truck to get to me, I asked the clerk if he noticed that sleek vintage car that I got out of at the pumps, unfortunately though, he said he was attending other customers. When he even took notice of me, I was walking into the place. Everything else about the story I have already told you.

By the time a year passed, I had forgot about the guy and his weird ass behavior. One day a few months back, a delivery boy at the office brought me a package I ordered a client.

“Hey friend, just a reminder time is getting short.” Even though I haven’t heard that voice in over a year, the sound froze the blood in my veins. I looked up and sure as shit it was him! As my mind processed what I experienced, he smiled and left my office. Once my shock passed I called security. I personally went with them to the mail room, bathrooms and all exits to search for him with no luck. I knew I wasn’t seeing things so I got with the head of security. Together, we watched the security footage during the time frame that he came into my office with the package. Four times! Four times we watched the clip! Each time the video played crystal clear until his estimated arrival to my office. When that moment hit, the footage flickered and went to black. When the clip played again, I’m alone with the package in my hand and a dumb scared look on my face. I couldn’t explain it then, and I can’t explain it now.

I saw the man who identified himself as Ba’al a few short months after the first incident. I went to Best Bakery, a little sandwich shop near work. I don’t usually eat there, but there was no line at the time so I went in. I walked up to the register to place my order. The cashier, a dumpy looking woman with “Layla” on her name tag rung me up. I just happened to have exact change for my food and went into my pocket to get the last few pennies needed. Layla told me that she needed more sliced tomato from the fridge and she went to get it. I stayed at the register of course. I checked my watch quickly to because I was pressed for time. When I looked back to the register, he was there, staring at me with a smile! I froze in my tracks Anne, I couldn’t scream or yell it was like my throat was just caught somehow.

He leaned over the register toward me, “it’s almost time to collect friend.” It seemed like the closer he leaned toward me, the more his eyes bulged from his face with some sort of joker’s smile from ear to ear. I was scared Anne, so scared that I dropped my money on the floor, breaking my concentration from him. I looked briefly at the scattered money then looked back at Ba’al…Gone, but Layla was back looking like a deer in headlights. I asked her about the man, about Ba’al. She told me over and over that she was the only person working that afternoon and that nobody else had been behind the register with her all day. I had to call the police.

It was obvious now that this guy “Ba’al” was stalking me. I told the cops everything. Layla called her district manager who came to the bakery and viewed the video footage with the police. An hour or so passed while I waited in the dining area of the store. An officer came out of the manager’s office and escorted me outside. He told me that on tape, I was seen entering the restaurant and placing my order with Layla. She then walked to the back, out of camera view. He saw me look around the place and when I looked back at the register, I froze. He said that based on my reaction he could tell that I was terrified of something, but nobody was on camera. He saw me drop my money and while I picked it up, Layla came back to the register with the tomatoes.

The officer, I think his name was Lyon or Lyons…I can’t remember which; anyway, he was a bit of a religious guy. He asked me about my encounter at the crossroads and the incidents afterward. He grilled me for a while and thought about the time frame Ba’al gave me until he collected my soul. We agreed that the time and date seemed unusually specific. He told me that when it comes to the devil or his minions, they enjoy playing mental games and shady bargains with mortals. He put the date in his phone and told me that if any information came up, he would contact me. I gave him my number and left.

Anne, you know I’m not a believer in that religious bullshit, but if this fucking guy thought he was an agent from hell, I had to solve this issue. After work, I scoured the internet for some way around this. I figured that if he is that committed to this act, he may also follow the rules that apply to demons. As each day passed my time was growing short, I could feel it. I didn’t know at the time if he planned to kill me or this whole thing was some fucked up but elaborate prank. I just didn’t know.

I read solutions to demonic bargains. Online there are thousands of would-be demon experts with answers. Things ranging from making another bargain, having someone take your place, have a holy man bless your home and family…or the person who made the deal needs to commit suicide just to get it over with. I grew anxious about this shit, but I didn’t want to worry you. I tried a few ideas already.

I’ve had Pastor Dean come by the house from the Greater High Praise Baptist Church while you were at work a few days ago. I had to go through the hassle of filling out some forms and become a member of the church, but in the end, I got the blessing. That same day, I got a call from Officer Lyons as a follow up from my stalking report. He told me that since the incident, he reviewed the restaurant tape several times with other officers. Nobody saw any person speaking to me. Since there is no visible suspect, the case had to be closed, which I understood. He did tell me however that true to the “demon theme” fifteen thousand nine hundred and eighty four hours is six hundred, sixty six days…Three sixes. After that I’ve been wearing a cross around my neck, which I know you’ve noticed. For a while I thought I was safe and over time, I started to believe that I was overreacting and stress got the best of me. Until two nights ago.

I don’t know if you remember, but two nights ago we had Benici’s Pizza and watched some movies. You went to bed but I finished one more movie and a few drinks. Eventually you know I fell asleep on the couch. I don’t recall the exact time I woke up but I know what woke me. Initially, it felt as though someone was patting or tapping my face. I opened my eyes but it took a second for me to focus. When I took in my surroundings, the image hit me.

A creature, that’s the best way I could describe it. A creature. It sat on the edge of the coffee table a few feet away from me, glaring. Sweetheart, you got to understand what I saw, what terrified me. There, seated on our table with its legs crossed, hands clasped resting on his knee like he was at some kind of job interview was a…thing! Red skin from head to hoof, the smell of rotting eggs filled the room. Two large ram horns protruded from the sides of its head. Its pointed ears were drawn back, long locks of slick black hair covered most of its face. The creature leaned forward, his pointed red nose resembled and accusatory finger aimed right at me. It grinned from ear to ear. The crazy thing about it was that its teeth were flawless! You would think that its teeth would be jagged and twisted based solely on its exterior appearance, but no; there was a row of perfectly white teeth behind a pair of black leathery lips. I looked into its eyes, its cold BLUE eyes.

“Hello friend.”

Even though it did not look like the man I met so long ago, that voice was undeniable. I replied.

“Hello Ba’al”

We talked. Although I was terrified of his appearance and the confirmation that he was in fact some creation of hell, I remained calm. He told me that he knew I was dodging him, that he didn’t appreciate me calling security on him at work or the police at the sandwich place. He let me know that he could have found ways to take my soul before the designated time, but he reminded me that a “deal is a deal” and he wanted to wait until the allotted time has passed to do so. So we sat there in the living room, just him and me as we once again went over the terms of the bargain. We discussed the error of my ways and that foolish comments like selling my soul for a drink can’t be taken lightly. I understand that now more than ever.

Anne, as you read this please know that I will miss you and our unborn child. It does hurt knowing that I won’t even see our child’s first steps, first words or first breath of life. As I sit here in our car, the same car that broke down not so long ago. The same car that caused me to meet Ba’al in the first place, I can feel that our time has come to an end together. I want to thank you for the years you have given me as a wife and a friend. I want to thank you for carrying our child. I want to thank you for all the love and support you have given me. It was because of you, pushing me to be my best, that I was eligible for promotion to executive officer of the company. I thank you for it all. Lastly, I want to thank you for breakfast this morning; our last breakfast together. I know, it was nothing special, eggs, bacon and toast with a cup of coffee. Of course you had the orange juice. You love orange juice… and that’s why you’re asleep now.

Baby, as I said earlier, I just got promoted to a position that I have busted my ass to get for nearly fifteen years. I worked too hard to lose it all now. So I must confess this last thing to you. Ba’al and I spoke about the deal I made with him in the living room as I have told you. I asked him about ways that I could change or even extend my time on earth. I was told, in a way; that I could squeeze out a couple of years if I sacrificed him a life. Ba’al also mentioned that the deal will be considered honored if I could sacrifice a virgin life. He promised that if I could provide a pure soul that he would cut me free of the deal completely! So, after he left I devised this plan. I bummed some horse tranquilizers from Ryan, you remember Ryan? My veterinarian friend you met a while back? Anyway, he gave them to me after I gave him a sob story about being an addict and in need of a fix. I held on to the meds until this morning when I crushed them up and put it in the pitcher of orange juice. After you were knocked out, I put you in the trunk and drove you here from Georgia, to where you are going to wake…the crossroads.

I’m sorry that I had to do this, and I’m sorry that my poor decisions will cost you your life, but you have a virgin soul inside of you, one that will guarantee my soul’s safety.

Hopefully by the time you read this, Ba’al would be there to collect what I promised, two souls for the price of one…he called it “a hell of a deal.”

Love,

Benjamin

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