"Young. He was too young." A woman whispered. Her black dress stuck to her skin in the rain. A pale sky. Dark clouds. A coffin slowly getting hidden in the ground. The body inside soon to be forgotten. A shadow hid behind a tree. Watching. Waiting. The woman in the black gown watched. She watched people depart. Watched people cry. Cars drive away. Until she was the only one left. Her head turned around and she looked behind the tree. The shadow moved. Revealing the face of a man. A smile on his lips. "It is over. It is done. I've completed everything I had to." The woman whispered. The man's face changed. No longer human. His eyes turned from blue to red. Horns appeared from his head. Black hair turned to scales. He wore the face and body of a monster. The woman closed her eyes. The sky darkened and thunder drowned out any words between the two. The man lunged for the woman. Another boom of thunder silenced her screams. It was all over. Just one more thing left.
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I Sold My Soul To The Devil (Short writings)
RandomHere a few short writings of people selling their soul to satin. I don't know why I thought of this but ya. If you have any questions about it just commet or message me. Thanks for reading.
