“You are not my wife. You are not Violette!” I said, as I pushed her away.
She smirked. “Very smart and I like that. You know who I am and I don’t have to spell it out for you. You are a very good man; who’s just been swimming in a river of recurring endless misfortunes. I came all this way for you, since I heard your prayers and longing to make a business transaction with me.”
I answered so stunned! Not believing I could be standing with the Devil. I mean, I did not expect to see him or her in human form I guess. It was deception, to tempt me using my late wife’s form.
“You write great novels,” said the Devil “You can make more.”
I did not want to lie but it felt good to be complimented, when my fellow human beings failed to do so. I began to relax. I always pictured Lucifer as this terrifying red-eyed monster with a tail and horns of savageness.
She was a calm soft speaking being.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but my soul is not for sale; more especially to you. I mean, you are a rebel, fallen Angel – who got disowned by God. You even tempted Jesus to join you. You promised him all worldly riches and the glory. In the name of Jesus Christ go away Satan!”
She laughed.
“You are so freaking funny, how can you be facetious in your moment of weakness? You are a lonely widower who lost everything. I know your pain; and where is your Jesus or God now? He is probably relaxing in heaven watching you squirm as you suffer. Uriel, let me help you. You are an ambitious young person who should be happy to be alive.”
He had a point there.
“I will sell my soul in exchange for money, power, fame and success.”
It was all too easy for the Devil to give me all of that. I just made a pact with the morning star. I signed a written pact, using my blood as ink. I pricked my finger and it hurt with the needle.
I did not read the contract meticulously, and I think I made the biggest mistake of my life to let the devil sweet-talk me. The next day I woke up in a mansion as big as the royal palace. I smiled as I found that I had a maid who called me Sir. She served me an English breakfast and it felt like heaven, waking up in a fancy robe. I read the newspaper and I was on the front page.
I was the upcoming young writer who surpassed Bill Gates for the richest guy in the world. I couldn’t believe this, but it was true. The devil really came through for me. I wrote a novel called ‘The Love of a man’ and it sold like hot cakes. Damn! I was the best-selling author; I even appeared on Oprah Winfrey for my works.
I was the new age Charles Dickens and I was a world-wide respected figure.
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