“What are you doing here?” I asked the man with the ram’s horns on his forehead.
“Can I come in first?” He said.
I sighed and pulled the door in. He slumped into my favorite armchair and buried his face into his hands.
“I fucked up,” He said.
“I don’t understand. Why are you here? I thought we’ve concluded our business long time ago? You said I still have another 35 years before I pay my due,”
He then snapped his fingers and a faint fireball manifested in the palm of his hand.
“Is that what I think it is?” I said.
“Yes. And I’m giving it back to you?”
“Why? What about our deal?”
“It still stands,” With a flick of his hand, the fireball shot straight into my chest.
“I’m returning your soul,” Lucifer said before producing an envelope from his human leather jacket. “I need a favor,”
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Horror150 words horror flash fiction set in Malayasia and other places. Daily updates. You can use my stories as prompts but please don't plagiarize words for words. Don't forget to mention me and put this link into your stories. Writing only 150 words fo...
