Torn

Ch. 3 The Deal

Alastor's POV

"Your soul, my dear," I said.

Her eyes went wide as dinner plates and skin went pale. "Why do you need my soul?" she asks in a shaking voice.

I smile my sweetest smile and replied "Well my dear, for an demon, who has to be an overlord like myself, there are only a few ways we can come to the living world: one is to be summoned by a blood ritual, ask for the specific demon using an ouija board, or the demon as to have a strong connection to something when they were living. You, my dear, are playing my radio show. It was my pride and joy!"

At that moment, Abigail just so slightly glances over to the record player.

She looks at me and asks, "So how did you get so popular?"

I chuckle. Silly girl didn't think I noticed that the record was about to end, and she could distract me until it ended. When the recording stops, I would be sent back to hell. Now, we can't have that.

I keep chuckling as I raise my fingers and snap them. The record resets itself to the beginning. The look on her face is priceless. She stairs at the record player with her month wide open then takes a glup of air. She turns back to me and I can tell that is not what she was expecting.

"Now dear, please don't think you can outsmart me. You may regret it later," I said in a dark tone.

Changing my voice to a lighter tone, "There is one another way too and this is more fun for me. I make a soul deal with a living person, and then I can come up to the living world any time I want."

She starts shaking in fear, "You want to attach yourself to me?"

"Of course! Hell can get dull at times and I love entrainment. So when I get bored I can come up here to visit and see what mayhem the living is up to. I just add to the mayhem too," I say with an amused tone.

Abigail POV

SHIT! I can't allow him to come back anytime he wants and cause mayhem. I don't want to see people get hurt. I want to catch the people causing crimes not to release them into the world.

I get a little courage (not a lot) but enough to say, "No! I don't want to be cause of any mayhem or suffering. I want to be the one who catches criminals who cause suffering. I will not be giving you my soul!"

I felt very proud of myself for standing up for my morals, but that feeling left as quickly as it came. The demons smile turned dark and eyes hardened. The air filled with static electricity.

"Well, if you are hard set not to selling me your soul, then I guess I will be having you for dinner tonight," Alastor said.

Once again he grew a few feet taller, his antlers got bigger, his eyes became radio dails again, and his smile was one of insanity. Instead of his clawed hands grabbing me, tentacles come out from his back and grabbed me. The tentacles wrapped around my arms, waist, and legs. I am too horrified to scream. The tentacles rise me up to the ceiling above his head. I am looking down at his face, his sharp teeth separated, i can look down his thoart, and his mouth is big enough to swallow me whole. I am brought so close to his mouth that if my hands were free I could reach out, and touch his teeth. I start crying and close my eyes waiting to be dropped.

Then I feel myself getting uprighted, and I open my eyes slowly. He has me nose to nose with him. His eyes aren't radio dails anymore but they are still huge, glowing red, and scary looking.

"So, do you still refuse to sell me your soul or have you changed your mind and want to live?" the demon said in a static dark voice.

"Live! I want to live!" I scream while crying. I have no choice. Even though I want to keep my morals, this demon has me in between a rock and a hard place.