I look around trying to see who dared actually convince me to show up. I haven't been summond in nearly six thousand years and I don't wish to recall what I was asked of. To my surprise it was Devon (I know his name mostly because I know everyone who beleaves in a religion) he is one of god's most faithful children.
"What do you want from me child of god", I exclamed with a voice that shook the room. Devon then was hit in the head with a loose brick and passed out. I gave a long sigh and sat where I was and looked at the room. It was just like any other boy's room, blue paint on the walls, a TV at one end and a bed at the other. With a closer inspection there are drawings scattered about with all assortments of emotions shown in them and for a moment I was filled with joy seeing how far this child has fallen. His drawings showed so much pain and anguish at the loss of his parents. I remember when their souls arrived in Hell. They were some of the brightest I've received. Surprisingly they were sent down to me. But only because the boys father had committed adultery. And no matter how many times the boys mother had gone to a Christian church she still remained an avid atheist.
"I WANT MY PARENTS BACK!" He roared as he got to his feet. His face looked stern but pale, and his body shook. I would bet my kingdom that he hadn't expected this summon to work.
"Oh but they are dead aren't they" I asked. They died in a plane crash on their way back from Europe. A convention of some sort had drawn the fathers attention and they both left to attend the event. Tragically their flight had crashed into the ocean.
"Yes so what do you want from me in return for them, is it my soul," The young boy asked. I take a good long look at him. I see everything, his bright red hair, tan skin, the scar on his bottom lip, and his deep blue eyes. But none of that matters to me in the slightest. I need to see his soul. When I look into his soul is has become dark in the past week, so much so that it wouldn't come close to the same worth of both his parents.
"I do not need your rotten soul, from you I want more than that I want everything about you, your flesh and bone, your eyes and heart," I replied to him calmly, "I want you to be my personal play thing, or an errand boy,"I say with a wide and large eerie smile that I've perfected over the years.
"Fine, take everything just give them back to me," He says as his voice cracks.
"Then the deal is done just shake my hand," I joyfully say. I stretch out my hand slowly. The boy hesitates but takes it with a firm grip. I start to change him into someone more my style. His once red hair turns black just like the hole in his heart, his skin turns white as his once mortal life fades out of him, blue eyes he once had are now scarlet for all the blood he will soon spill. He lets out a cry of pain and falls to the floor as I drag him down into hell with me. And this is where the fun begins.
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First chapter down many more to come.
-D&E
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The Devil's Errand Boy
FantasyWhen a boy loses his parents he makes a deal with the Devil for his parent's souls. However, they aren't like how they were when they left him. And now he is forever stuck doing the devils bidding.
