Midnight Tales From The Depths of an Odd Mind

Sell My Soul

"For a child taken,
A power must awaken
A soul sold
Under the first Morning Star"

I pushed my long black hair out of my face, as I shut the door of the apartment. Tears streamed down my face, smudging my eyeliner. I could hear my — I guess now ex — boyfriend sliding down against the too thin wooden door. I let my forehead rest on against it, trying to calm my nerves before getting into the car. I could hear his muffled sobs on the other side. At this point, the Devil might as well just take my soul.

I half-sprinted down the halls of the apartment complex to the parking lot. My heart raced in my chest and my blood was pounding in my head, as my bag hit my hipbone restlessly. My guitar case was heavier than usual as it laid in my shoulder.
I reached my old blue truck in its typical parking spot. I put my guitar down as I fumbled with the keys. I unlocked the front seat door and opened the backseat door. I threw down everything I was carrying in the backseat and shut the door, quickly climbing to the front seat. I started my car, the engine coughing, and then roaring to life. I clutched the steering wheel as if my life depended on it, as I pulled out of the almost empty lot.

I sobbed as I drove down the street. It was our fourth fight this week. It had become almost a routine. We'd fight and we'd take separate paths to cool down in the dark of the night. Then we'd find our way right back to each other in the morning light. But tonight, it was different. We said things and did things that were unforgivable. Not once had something like this crossed my mind, and I knew that tomorrow there'd be nothing we could do to mend the broken pieces.

"Rough night, huh?" I turned to look to the passenger seat, there sat a man. He was tall and slender, and wore a suit the color of coal. His eyes sparked in the clearest blue I've ever seen and his raven hair was slicked back and it had an odd gleam under the moonlight. His skin was pale and had an alien smoothness to it. He smiled a white and perfect smile, his canines a little bit sharper than common. His voice was silky, yet it held a certain air to it. He was too beautiful to be human, and yet, here he was.

I used my sleeve to wipe away the tears and I stared at the man baffled. "How... I mean... how... did...did you..." I was at loss of words as I looked between the highway and the man. He laughed, a deep and thick laughter.
"How did I get here?" He said cockily. His eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, don't you remember? You summoned me!" His tone shifted to something more cheerful.

We had reached a dark desert highway, where no lights shone. I stared into the distance, my heart beating faster than before. My mind screamed and I slammed down on the breaks. The car came to a halt screeching. The man - The Devil, I assume - ran one of his slim fingers down my arm. His touch was cool, like that of a dead body.
"What's wrong my dear?" He purred "I won't just take your soul, I'll give you something in exchange." His finger moved from my arm down to my shoulder and down my spine. It softly traced over the small bumps my vertebrae formed under my skin. I shivered.
He moved his finger off my back and let it rest under my chin, making me look at him. "Tell me my darling, what is it that you want the most love?" My breath hitched in my throat. My hands shook and my lip quivered, yet his eyes were still. His gaze was unmoving and cold, as he waited for an answer.
"I...I...I don't" the words were stuck in the back of my throat. "I'm not sure." I finally spit out
He laughed. It growled in his chest and rang in my ears. "Don't be silly my love! Everyone has something they'd give up everything for." His voice had an edge to it, like a thinly veiled threat. My knuckles went white as I gripped the steering wheel even harder than before. I kept my mouth tight shut, I knew better than to fool with the Devil.
"Hmmm..." He sighed longingly, "I guess I'm gonna have to give you ideas. Don't I?" His voice dripped sarcasm and poison. He looked me up and down, as if he could see right through me. I didn't move a muscle, how could I?
His voice had suddenly gone soft "Let's see... Fame? Fortune? You are a musician after all... No? Well then. What else?" His eyes raked over my shaking body like those of a starved animal looking at it's prey. He hummed a soft tune, as he thought?

His hand caressed my cheek carefully. "Why won't you tell me what you want? I just want to make a friendly bargain! Your soul for whatever you want in the world! How can you not want that!" His voice held an odd fake sadness.
I turned my head ever so slightly to look at him. He was pouting in a very offbeat manner. I sighed heavily, as his fingers wrapped themselves under my chin and tilted my head upward. I was staring straight into his eyes as they burned brighter than the fires in Hell. His nails and bones dug into the skin in my face, while he closely examined...I'm not even sure what he was examining that he hadn't seen already.

He laughed again, the same rumbling laughter that would forever haunt me in my nightmares. "I know what you want." He smirked, as he settled back in the passenger seat. "Silly me! It was right in front of me all this time?" He turned to look back at me, the blue of his eyes now flooded with malice. He grinned, a face-splitting grin. His teeth were sharp, almost like the fangs of a beast.
"I'll give you the happy relationship you've always wanted, in exchange of your first born. After all, we both know that the boy you love could never love the child you want." I sucked in a sharp breath. He made a sort of animalistic sound, stuck between a laugh and a growl. It was a cruel thing to say, if I'm honest, but I couldn't care less.

"No" I breathed out. "I won't do it."
He stopped laughing. "Why darling? It's what you've always wanted, you can't turn down an offering like that." He faked concern but his voice dripped pure poison.

I laughed dryly, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know," I started coldly, "desire and temptation are very powerful weapons. Using them against those who are desperate, that's clever. And I guess I should've expected it, after all, you are the Devil. " He stared at me, expecting that I'd change my answer. "However," I turned to look at him, imitating the malevolence in his eyes. I crawled forward, so I was almost hovering over him in the passenger seat. I let my thin fingers hold tight onto his chin, as I leaned into his ear. "I've been told I'm clever like the Devil," I clutched the vial of holy water my mother had given me when I left home, and always kept hidden in the passenger door. "And," he tensed, "twice as pretty." In one swift movement I opened the door and shoved him off the seat. He fell to the gravel, petrified. I poured the contents of the vial on him, as he screamed, cried, and burned back to Hell.
I shut the door and revved the engine. I turned the car around. I was heading back to the city as I looked into my mirror, there was nothing there. I smirked to myself. I look in the mirror again, as my eyes turn from green to inky black. He must've forgotten my father's deal, after all, it was long ago.