The darkness engulfed me suddenly. One second I had managed a weak smile to my parents, and the next I was slipping out of conscience. As I closed my eyes, waiting for death to take me away, I heard voices. My mom's stood out, with her loud wails. My brother's, his desperate pleas. The doctors shouted at each other, trying to pump more oxygen into my lungs and brains. But I know it wouldn't work. I could already feel myself fading away.
So imagine my surprise when a smooth voice reached my ears.
"You don't look like you are ready to die."
I opened my eyes, and found myself face to face with a strange looking man. His skin was black. Pitch black. His hair the same as well. His lips were cracked, and as I watched, his long tongue slid over in a futile attempt to moisten them. But the most surprising part of him, was his eyes.
They were white. No iris, no pupil.
"Who are you?" I asked, able to keep the fear out of my voice. I suppose it's the part about me been dead. You don't fear a lot of things when you die.
He cocked his head as he looked at me, though I wasn't sure how when he had no pupil. There wasn't much to look at. I was as skinny as a stick, the white hospital gown hang off my bony shoulder and ended at my knee. My dark brown hair fell limply around my head, my eyes brown dull and lifeless. Plain old boring me.
"Some people would call me Apollyon. Other knows me as Beelzebub. I'm more commonly known as-"
"Satan." I finished shakily.
He smiled, showing his pointy teeth. "I do prefer Lucifer."
My whole body was shaking now. "I-I didn't end up in hell, did I? I know I didn't feed my rabbit in Grade Four and he died, but-"
He placed a slender finger over my lips. "Hush, child. No, your not even dead yet."
"Wha-?"
"Let me finish!" He shot me a look. "You are seventy-five percent dead, but not completely."
Unwillingly, my mind flickered to the movie my mom and I watched a year ago, Princess Bride. At one point, the main character was supposedly half-dead, which made it possible for the wizard to resurrect him. If I was almost dead, but not yet, would there be a chance for the doctors to revive me too?
"But, your soul still slipping at this instant, so I'll be quick." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Gave me your soul, and I shall make you immortal."
I was so shocked I couldn't speak for a heartbeat, my mouth opening and closing like a fish before I gathered my thoughts together. "How does giving you my soul make me immortal?"
The devil grinned. "Do you see my eyes? They are blank because I don't have a soul, and I want one. And you want to live. So you give me your soul, and in exchange, I make you immortal."
"How does that even work?"
He waved the question away. "Time is ticking away as we speak. I will explain all of this to you once the deal is done. But for now, I need an answer."
"How do I know you are not lying?"
He smirked, a corner of his lips tugging skyward. "You don't."
"Then-"
"Time is ticking, kid."
I wrinkled my nose at the name and bit my tongue to shot back a reply. In human years, I might not be considered a child no more but I suppose I was still a kid at the standard of an immortal.
"Fine." I breathed out a reply.
He smiled victoriously. "Okay. Kiss me."
My face heated up instantly, which I didn't know it could do as my heart crashed against my chest. "What?"
He rolled his eyes and despise my protest, leaned closer until we were millimetres apart. He smelled of fire and spice, and I inhaled deeply. His blank eyes stared into mine for a heartbeat, before he closed the distance between us.
This was not how I imagined my first kiss.
I remember as a girl, I would lay on the carpet in the living and read fairy tales over and over again until I memorized them word for word. My favourite part was when the Prince and the Princess kissed, their kiss full of love.
As I grew older, my books matured with me as the characters began to describe the fireworks that went off and the butterflies that erupted from their stomach. The tingly sensation they would feel when their lover touched them, and the moans that would unwillingly escape from their mouth.
Kissing a devil was none of that.
His lips were dry and cracked, and as soon as it made contact with mine, I literally get my soul been sucked out. I tried to pull away, but he placed his hands against my cheeks and restrained me until I felt completely empty. Drained.
The devil pulled away first, and I gasped in shock as I stared at his eyes. What once was blank was now a chocolate brown. My eyes, full of happiness and wonder, back before I was diagnosed with cancer.
"The contract is now complete." He said satisfied, licking his lips before flickering out before my eyes. I blinked twice, before darkness engulfed me once again.
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Ugh. That's way tooooooo long for it to just simply be an idea. I know.
Until next time!
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