Don't Deal With The Devil

What would you do?

{What would you do if your child was dying in your arms...?}Mira: -my cries ring throughout maternity ward. My shouts becoming prayers that are left unheard by heaven- Please, ill do anything! Please save my baby boy! Ill give my soul to save him! {Ugh...wong choice past me, wrong choice...} -everything is silent. My screaming stopped and i heard my door open. I snap my head to look at whoever has come to my room- h-hello? Who's there? -and in strides my now boss-
Lucifer: ah hello my dear, i heard your cry

Mira: Oh i-im sorry...i never meant to wake anyon-

Lucifer: no no dear, your plea. You said you would give your soul for your child...is this true?

Mira: .....y-yes....yes i'd give anything to save him!  -i expected him to give me that shit eating grin he gives me now bit back then, he just gave me a warm smile and sat on my bed. He took my son from my arms and cradled him close. he put his fingers on my childs throat and pressed down slightly. My baby started coughing and then crying while Lucifer just rocked him in his arms and spoke to him softly- there there little one, shhhh, your alright now, ol' Luci's gotcha~ -i was amazed at how quick my child was calmed by this man

Mira: Who are you?

Lucifer: oh im sorry, i never introduced myself did i? How rude of me...i am Lucifer Morningstar, Fallen Angel, ruler of hell, keeper of sinners, you name it.

Mira: Y-your the devil...
Lucifer: at your service m'lady~ -he stands and bows- now, about your soul...a deal is a deal my dear.
Mira: ....-i look down at my now sleeping son- what will happen to him?

Lucifer: he'll be raised by rich parent's and enjoy a very fulfilling life.

Mira: Whats the catch?

Lucifer: pardon?

Mira: Theres always a catch to these things...what is it?

Lucifer: -he smiles the shit eating grin ive come to know to this day- smart one aren't you? Very well...you will serve me until your son dies by the hand of god himself. You will be returned to the realm of the living, save for your soul, and you may presume your normal mortal life as you see fit. Now, do we have a deal?

Mira:...i guess i don't have a choice...-i kiss my sons forehead for the first and last time- deal...

(Art belongs to Kian Jimenez)
(Also this is my real first attempt at making a story. Ill try to stick with it. Please forgive any errors i make, its difficult to do this plus im on my phone doing this. Thank you!)