You might think selling your soul is a joke. Well if you do, you're dead wrong.
I was in 6th grade when i sold my soul to the Devil, and I will never forgive myself for doing this. I had hung out with these boys who were 'Satanist', just thinking everything is a big joke!
Ha was i wrong!
The one day we all were sitting at the park, sharing a lone cigarette, feeling like a bad-ass, when they wanted to try a Demon conjuring spell. They asked me if I would mind, and I said it wouldn't both me, only because I did not want to look like a loser around these boys. They went and started alittle fire in the park, and were saying words i still dont know nor understand. And out of the blue this big puff of black smoke appeared in the middle of the road, and this 7 foot tall, black figure that resembled a man showed up. I believed at that moment that this was a joke they planned, so i walked acorss the park to check out this "man", the 3 (idiotic) boys were still standing around the fire chanting. As I approached the figure I observed that His feet were not walking nor touching the ground, but He was levitating! He stopped when I was close to the fence, which i planned to hop over and expose their little joke.
Boy I'm glad I did not. Because I would be locked in Hell at this moment.
I was pulled by what felt like gravity, and smushed against the fence, the figure turned His head and looked me straight into my Soul, with His jet black eyes with blood red pupils and pointy teeth with a crooked smile. I felt as if I was suffocating on the air, He went to walk towards me, when I heard the boys stop chanting to yell at me and start and running across the park to me. Once they reached the halfway point between us all, the figure made a crackling laugh which set a stike of lightning in the sky, and in that instant, He dissappeared by a black smoke.
I could finally breathe, and i turned to look at the boys, and they had look as if they just saw the Devil, which they were close enough to. They ran up to me and hugged me until they felt good enough, i tried to laugh and tell them that their joke wasnt that funny and to snap out of character. Then Joe looked me straight into my eyes, the same way the figure had done minutes ago, and told me that it was not a joke, that the spell had accually worked, and that was a Demon from Hell. I had nearly died when Joe had told this to me.
Weeks later, I had refused to talk to the boys or do anything with them or by them. I was scared. But after a few weeks everything went back to normal, and i started to talk to them and hang with them again. And i was inticed by them to sell my soul, they said itd be fun and that it wouldnt do anything. They said if i sold my soul i could as one favor from the Devil, i could ask for anything in the world, and at one time in my life it would happen. But obviously it couldnt be something good, well because it was the Devil you were asking. I had asked Andrew, the one who had been a Satanist for years, and he said i had to wait till I was alone and it was a full moon on a Friday night, to light a candle, write an oath to the Devil and had to sign my name in blood by pricking my finger and dipping a dried pen to pick up the blood and then burn the paper after chanting.
I started to check up on the moon phases and seeing when I could be alone. And it was as if it was ment to be, 2 weeks later everything was perfect.
That night I gathered all of my supplies and sat in my darken room with the candle burning ever so slightly. I wrote on a piece of paper the oath to the Devil and pricked my left pointer finger and signed my name. I folded the paper into a small square and set it aflame from the candle, as soon as the paper was burned to a crisp, the candle blew out on its own, the wind picked up outside my house and I heard a loud bang on the door. I quickly grabbed a flashlight and walked towards the loud banging. I looked through the peep hole on the door and saw nothing, so I opened the door and standing in front of me was the same Demon as before, the tall dark figure with glowing red pupils! He physically said no words to but spoke to me through my thoughts.
"One soul, one favor" he kept repeating in my head, I couldn't focus, I never thought it would gotten to this point! "I wish to be beautiful and perfect!" I shouted to make the loud booming voice in my head stop. In that moment, the figure vanished and I was thrown into my bed and I passed out.
(Honestly I was never "ugly", I was just a chunky kid but that made me feel ugly. )
The next morning when I woke up I sprung outta bed to see if it worked. And boy did it!
