"Within this world their are many kinds of people. Those who know the truth, those that strive for the truth, and those who make lies to try and cover the truth." The sky was a black like the souls under it. Their eyes hungry. Below them their prey laid on the ground. Covered in blood and mud. Hiding their face. They couldn't believe there eyes. After all this time. All those lies. This is how it would end.
"I never lie. The truth is the only thing that I know." A man said, from below. The others smiled.
"Yes, you have. You've told that I was just a man. That I was just an image. I am very much real." The man from below looked up with wide eyes. Glancing at the person next to them. How, how could this happen? How! The Mab looked back up at the others. The were but shadows with red glowing eyes. Yet the man, he stood out. Not black or shadowy, Luke the others, but flesh like that of a real man. He couldn't be, could he.
"Please, I take it back. Please. Please." The man yelled as the shadows rushed upon him. His screams filled the air.
"You can not take back something you have already done." With that the earth around the man crumbled into ash.
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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.
