You sold your soul to the Devil some years ago.
Today he gives it back and says, “I need a favour”. (PINTEREST)
I look at him patiently
as he sips the tea that I made. His face doesn’t change slightest bit since the
last time I saw him. The only thing new about him is the black suit that he is
wearing instead of his usual black robe. Never did I imagine for the Devil to
have a great sense in fashion.
“Well, we all know that you didn’t came all the way here
just for a cup of tea, why on earth you want to see me?” I asked him as my
patient starts to wear off. He finished the tea and look at me with a solemn
face.
“Remember
the deals that we make back when you were still in high school? The one that
you wished for being a famous proffesional violinist?” he specified it clearly
to me.
“Uhh
yeah.. Of course I remember the stupid deal that cost my freaking soul to a
devil himself.” I purposely exagarate the way I answer him but he didn’t seem
to notice it.
“Well
i’m going to give it back.”
“Wait…What?!
Are you freaking serious? You better not be joking cause his ain’t funny.”
“I’m
not joking. I will give it back but I need a favour.”
What kind of devil has
a favour from a weakling mortal like me? “I knew it. Of course it’s not free.
What kind of favour that you willing to go through dimension and give my soul
back?” I said after the shockness has left from my body.
He sigh and shift his
body slightly. Then he clear his throat and took a deep breath. “ I need you to
be my date this Friday.”
Say what now?
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