A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 5

It felt like I was falling.
Falling down an endless hole.
But surprisingly, I wasn't scared.

I couldn't tell exactly which direction I was falling in, there was no difference between my open and closed eyes.

Is this what death is? I thought.

Well at least I'm alone-

At least I'm alone.

I thought back to the voice that I had heard before I passed out.

Did I really hear that? Or did I imagine it?

I mean I was getting beat up, I was probably entering a state of delusion.

I sighed.

I wonder if my father would give me a funeral, I chuckled, he probably wouldn't even claim my body.

Would my mom?

I don't think she would. I had no identifying objects on me. They would only be obligated to contact my father, and his communication with my mother was severed. 

So no.

I don't think she would.

I listened to that around me.

I didn't hear anything, not even the air that was supposed to be whispering in my ears.

Did I need to breath?

Can I even smell?

So many questions were racing through my mind but I didn't panic, I was completely ready to accept whatever afterlife this was - but then - I felt myself come to a stop, where I was gently laid on the ground.

I got up and I felt this... presence, is that a thing? To feel the presence of something?

I felt it circling me, as if sizing me up. I didn't move, not out of fear but out of... I don't know... curiosity? Anxiety?

"So," I heard. "You're the one who called out to me."

For a moment I was extremely confused. Called out?

Then it came to me.

My last wish-

I tried to look around in an attempt to locate this being but it was useless, it was pitch black in every direction.

"So young.. so innocent - yet not - at the same."

"Interesting."

I thought of the name I supposedly called out.

Lucifer.

I decided to try my luck.

"Lucifer?" I mumbled.

I heard a hum of acknowledgment and felt him continue to circle me.

"Why call out to me child? Why not your precious god?"

"Because he never answered." I say without hesitation.

"I see. And you believe that calling out to me will reach better results than your all knowing God?  Do you humans not have appreciation for the plan he has for all of you? That you are each required to be challenged by obstacles, trials, and lessons?"

"What lessons!?" I was fucking pissed. "Was my lesson to be raped? Was my obstacle to be beaten? Was my trial to be bullied so much that I wanted to kill myself?! Were those my fucking lessons?! I didn't deserve any of what happened to me!"

Suddenly the darkness shifted away and everything came to light. I looked around and my eyes came to the figure that stood in front of me.

He looked like a normal man.

Just dressed in a long red silk robe with dark designs on it. He looked regal, like royalty really.

"No." He said, "no you did not child."

"I'm sorry for what you've been through, not even I would give that treatment to anyone - well- unless they've done it to others."

He paused as if gathering his thoughts.

He didn't look like the evil monstrosity that people described him to be, but even I know that looks can be deceiving.

"I've heard your plea child and I'm even willing to grant it, but are you willing to accept the consequences?"

I grew uneasy, "What consequences?"

Lucifer studied me, as if contemplating, "They are various consequences and each individual has reacted differently to these. Some grow arrogant and self-centered where they were first kind and compassionate. Some lose qualities and characteristics that they hold dear and attract qualities they had previously despised."

He sighed in a resigned nature, "Mental fortitude that was previously pristine soon falls victims to tragic and dark thoughts. So please, take all this into consideration as it's within your wish to remain on Earth. People around you will most likely see this change. Make no mistake, your soul would also belong to me indefinitely and should I wish it you will serve me after your death on Earth. "

Honestly, the consequences he listed weren't as bad as I thought they would be. So for the first time in a long I felt only relief, anticipation, and excitement.

So my next response was absolutely no question.

"Yes," I said confidently, "I'm willing to accept the consequences."

"I must warn you, this will hurt."

Before I could ask, he came closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder and started chanting something in a language I could only assume was latin. The room lost the light that only just revealed and I felt a painful burn, I winced but stayed still.

I admit that I was terrified but suddenly everything just.... stopped.

I felt the same and Lucifer regarded me with a look of, I don't know, sadness? I couldn't really describe it.

When he lifted his hand, I moved my clothing to see my skin, not exactly sure what I was looking at.

"It's my mark, it signifies your soul as mine and should you die, death will know to bring you to me."

Well then.

Here's to love.