It was the longest night of cold winter, the snow covered the world like a cream frosting on a cake; a poisonous cake though. The night was dark and full of terrors, cold wimd blew, a hale accompanied by snowy particles, the night owl sang his usual lyrics but tonight they sounded more dreadful than usual. It was the night of devil, a full moon night.
I walked down the muddy and stoney path. It was pitch darkness, one could not make out moving or stationary figures. My foot got struck in a hard stone and I fell down, hit my face, my nose started bleeding. I spat debris out of my mouth and cursed this dark night.
The graveyard was enveloped with wickedness, I walked through the graves towards my cottage. The fire I built in the evening had died so I started making a new one. The wood was wet from dew, I cursed again. I took out the last bottle of wine, took a few sips and lit the fire with it. I dreamed if only I could be a duke or an earl even a minister or a member of king's court, I would have a taste of that fine champagne, well cooked food with spices, luxurious lifestyle.. Ah! Yes and those fine ladies with milky skin draped in soft silk. If only!
Tonight's the devil's night if only I could make a deal with devil, be a lord and that would be everything I could ever want.
NARRATOR:
The young man named Vincent was orphaned at six. His uncle disowned him, having no where to live, he started living with his parents' grave and that became his home, the graveyard.
The young man worshipped the devil and tonight was the night to ask for reward.
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I collected my sacred things; a feather of vulture, bat's blood, original bee's wax, a poisonous herb of gusk and the devil's bible. I made a sigil of Baphomet with bat's blood and wax and started my unholy activity.
After chanting the devilish verses for a long time, the fire in the centre of the circle started showing some designs, the flames fluctuated and were silenced. Once again the darkness engulfed me, all of a sudden I heard a deep and coarse voice and the devil was here...
"Vincent poor Vincent! You summoned me? You want to be a lord. Ah! Keeping an eye on what's not yours is a deadly sin." The devil said.
"Keeping an eye on what's others? What do you mean? I only want to be rich and how is it a deadly sin." I questioned with my thoughts all scattered.
"Yes! Yes! Rich is what you want to be but you don't want to work for it. You just want it served to you in a plate with a golden spoon so that you could enjoy the rich sweetness of its taste. You don't want to earn it. And as far as your other question is concerned, how is it a deadly sin. Well jealousy, wanting what's others can lead to all great sins, murder, cheating, drinking so on and so forth."
"But you're the devil why are you lecturing me on sins. Help me achieve what I want." I demanded.
The devil smiled and swished his hands and that's the last thing I remember before I breathed my last breath.
Thump.. Thump...
My head was throbbing, what the hell? Am I dead? What's going on? After a few days, I gained conscious and realised I was in a well embellished chamber, I sprang out of the luxurious bed, a maid moved forward and was saying some soothing sentences but I couldn't make out her words.
Was I a Lord? How?
The DEVIL of course....
The first thing I wanted to do as a lord was visit that pub of dukes where they served fine scotch. I dressed in a nice suit, took the gold coins and went to the pub. I really was enjoying this life. Now I don't have to worry about anything in my life. The pub was a few paces ahead but two robbers jumped out of nowhere and stole my gold coins.
"KILL HIM" one of them said.
"What? No- please no! Please leave me be."
I pleaded but in an instant my head was ripped apart.
I was in devil's court.
"Why?" I questioned the devil.
"Why? You're asking me why? You yourself asked to be a rich man. You made a deal with the devil and this was the payback. Remember you shouldn't have kept an eye on something that wasn't yours."
