crossroads

a deal with the devil

"i had to dig up my cat for this. it better be freakin worth it," she murmured, lips bitten my the cold wind.

"oh, trust me, darling. it will be," a thousand voices spoke at once, whispers of tortured souls whispering the words as one.

"who are you?" she said, her voice unwavering in the angelic presence.

"oh, i think you know already." the voices said, their breathy words falling like honey off the being's cherry red lips.

"so, you want to make a deal." the being spread out it's wings. massive structures with razor feathers and dripping with the guilt of the souls of the damned. "shall we?"