When I was fifthteen I sold my soul to the devil. I wanted to make sure I would be the best damn actor ever when I was older.
Now at twenty-five I lived an amazingly life. Everyone had heard of Kyle Jacobs and I had plenty of handsome male models to keep me company.
One night I laid awake asking myself if I was truly satisfied. Well that was until a familiar figure climbed out of my fireplace.
"So you think you might be unsatisfied?" The tall man asked while he stood in my living room as always clad in a suit.
"Uh Lucifer you said I'd live my complete life span." I back away from charcoal skinned man in fear.
"Ugh I'm not here the kill you, I'm here to make a deal. I give you your soul back and you can the acting skills but I need a favor." He smiled and held the small glowing orb that was my soul.
"What's the favor?"
"I need you to fall in love with me." He said nonchalantly.
"What!" I said and sputtered after.
"Let me put it this way I person on everyone whose sold me their soul and you particularly intrigued me. I've fallen for you and if you want your soul back you'll fall for me."
"Um I don't know how much you know about humans but we can't just fall in love on command." I was shocked the devil himself was confessing to me.
"Come on just say yes I'll take you on dates and flirt and joke around with you. And what ever else it takes for you humans to fall in love." He spoke quietly rubbing his neck. He was nervous and it was cute.
"Fine. Let's see if you can woo me over." I chuckled even if he failed it was going to be a fun ride.
Our first date was a monstrosity. We went out to eat and I don't remember how it happened but he somehow ended up in a fight with the waiter. By the end of the night he hada plate of food dumped on his head. I laughed at the night for the next few weeks.
One time we where chilling at my house watching movies and being warmed by the fire place. He decided to show me he could literally play with fire. The next thing I knew two little fire figures, he told me they were supposed to be us, dancing around on the floor and table. My table and carpet still have burns but it was too fanaticising in the moment for me to tell him to stop.
If you wanna know just how my story finished know I got my soul back.
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