Wednesday, March 28, 2012


“I don’t think I’m going to do that,” I said defiantly, but with less bravado than I’d hoped.

“Doesn’t matter,” the Devil replied.

“I didn’t agree to anything,” I said uselessly.  The possibility that I may not have a choice in the matter was starting to dawn on me.

“Well,” Satan replied, crouching next to me and feigning sympathy, “I know it’s not what you’d call fair, but strictly speaking, I don’t actually need your permission.”  He stood and picked up my empty glass from the desk.  “All I need you to do is drink a little of my blood.”

So it was poisoned.  Not poison that could kill me, just poison that could turn me into the Devil, apparently.  I growled, straining against my invisible restraints, bucking uselessly in my hard wooden chair.

“Then I just had to drink a little of yours,” he continued, “And then wait for the exchange of power.  It shouldn’t take long.”  He glanced at his expensive watch.  “And I do have some last-minute packing to get to, so, if you’ll excuse me.”  He headed toward the door through which he’d entered, opened it, and paused to look back a moment.

“Have a nice eternity,” he said in a low, brutally sarcastic voice.  Then he flashed me that evil, winsome smile and left, swinging the door closed behind him.


  1. Oh, the Devil is a prick. Poor Jason. lol

    1. Haha, could you expect anything else? He is evil, after all! :P

  2. The worst part is that it really is eternity. He doesn't have any blood descendants.