When I was eighteen, I made the decision to sell my soul to the Devil himself. I asked for the stupidest thing ever-- eternal life. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but it's been 200 years and I've had to watch everyone I loved die while I stayed young. And today, the craziest thing happened-- I got my soul back.
The Devil himself walked up to me, my soul in his hand and said, "I need a favor." I laughed.
"You're the Devil, what could you possibly want that you can't get for yourself?" I asked.
"I want God dead," he said, "and you're the only one who can do it."
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The Day I Got My Soul Back
General FictionI sold my soul to the Devil 200 years ago. Today he gave it back to me and said, "I need a favor". NOT MY IDEA, I GOT IT FROM A WRITING PROMPT!
