The demon peered at him, red eyes piercing through white smoke. “Well?”
“I’m thinking.” Not a bad deal, really: wealth, sex, power, everything he had ever wanted. In return, his immortal soul, whatever the hell that was. “How long?”
“You get to live as long as you otherwise would have. Die naturally.” The demon took a long pull on his cigarette. “This isn’t a catchy kind of deal.”
“But then… what happens?”
“What do you care? You were going to hell anyway. At least this way you get to enjoy yourself.”
The pen felt heavy in his hands. He signed.
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