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"Your soul, huh? And what makes you think I would want that?"
I trembled with antipathy, and twitched from nerves. "You'd want it because then I'd be giving myself to you willingly. It would show obedience, and my wanting to repent to you."
Satan shifted in his throne, and rested his chin on his hand. "Why are you worthy of such a thing? Why would I want your worthless soul?"
Scared to look up, my eyes remained fixed on the inferno that awaits below me. It was beyond unsettling to know that at any second the devilish spirit that held me could let go at any second. "Why would you want my soul? That is a very good question. Why would you want any soul? Anyone who has offered you their soul has had their offer accepted. If all souls are worthless to you, why would you want them?"
"We don't get very many offers." The response was quick, and for the moment I looked up I saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, forming into a sly smile.
"Of course," I began, feeling a little clever. "Because souls are precious to you. You don't get very many offers because not many are willing to give up what makes them who they are. Who they truly are. I am willing, which makes it a precious thing." I clenched my jaw after a few moments of silence, hoping I had chosen the right response, and said the right thing.

"I'll tell you what," The terrifying voice began. "Look at me. Rasha, put him down."
I was tossed down, and the earth reunited. I looked at the king of the underworld, seeing him in deep concentration. "I'll make you a deal, Sullivan. You have 6 years. 6 years to fix what you demolished in your 28 years. If you manage to somehow fix certain faults, and I am happy with the end result I'll let you go, but if not, hello, you're back to square one." I raised my eyebrows, digging my fingernails into the nasty flooring. I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing. So much so that I forgot to respond.
"Well? I don't have all day. I have souls to torture. What do you say? Do you want to make a deal with the devil?" I pushed myself back to my feet, and remained silent until I was able to stabilize my footing. His head cocked to the side, as if my offer was limited(which I'm sure it was). I nodded so quickly that I swear I could've gotten whiplash. An evil look came to his sharp eyes, and his face became flooded with pleasure. I turned to look at Rasha behind me, and I was nudged forward with a pitchfork like instrument. Where the hell did that come from? I was urged forward more and more, until I was pierced in the back, causing me to howl in pain.
"Usually when someone is pushing you forward, you move forward, not stand there in confusion." I heard the demon mutter. Feeling embarrassed for not understanding the gesture, I slowly inched towards the devil, until I was within reaching distance. My cuffs were grasped by the intimidating hands which belonged to the man himself. They began glowing a vermilion color, the intense heat consuming my entire body. I was brought forward, and hugged tightly by the evil majesty. My entire body made contact with his, and the life felt like it was being drained out of my very soul. I screamed in pure pain, my vision going blurry, and for a while I thought my entire body had caught fire. I heard yelps of laughter, and the squeezing got tighter. I began crying, but my tears evaporated quickly. I tried fighting back as things went up in flames, and white light appeared all around me. I heard loud, loud sirens, and a high pitched ringing. The laughter multiplied, and voices surrounded my hearing. I brought my hands up to my head, which felt like it would explode. I caught a glimpse of Brian standing in his bedroom, looking out the window. There were beer bottles everywhere, and then Rasha appeared behind him. I sobbed in horror, not wanting him to lay a finger on my best friend. Things around me grew more and more intense creating an atmosphere of distressed agony. I didn't know what was happening, and for a moment I regretted agreeing to the deal. That is until my body became numb, and all of the loud noises entered the background as I heard one clear whisper in my ear. The voice struck me in the deepest, darkest corners of my mind. The hard growl, and low undertones to it smothered me, making me feel quite strange.
"Six years, James. Six."

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