Lacie By: Arkathne
L
acie was seventeen when she passed away. Lacie was seventeen when she pleaded for her only soul, feeble and slowly waning into the dark. Lacie was seventeen when the Devil struck a deal with her.
“I believe your time is up, my child.” “No. no. It can’t be. I haven’t d-” “What’s this? Ah, the lovely sound of human anguish. That mind-numbing despair brought about by the idea of ceasing to exist in such a big, big, pleasurable world.” He cut her off and chuckled. “Such music to my ears. It never grows old.” “Please. Is there some other way?” “You’re that desperate?” The girl sobbed. “Well…You see Lacie, sweetheart, I don’t spend my endless time visiting old sickly men and reaping their boring souls. No. Like where’s the fun in that eh?” “My job specification isn’t limited to being the ‘Devil.’ He crossed his legs and leaned closer. “In fact, I work part time as a businessman too.” “And me being the good businessman that I am will surely hear out the demands of my customers. I wouldn’t want to miss out on the potential benefits.” The tall man stood and studied her weak body with his deep onyx irises. “I’ll give you your life back. “
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Artwork by: Kryzzel Mugemulta
