Deal With The Devil
We've all made some pretty bad deals. You know them, and I know them.
Here's the story, I died and went straight to the fiery furnace. You know, pits of hell. Fire and brimstone. Burning and intense pain. And let me tell you, once I dropped in there I wanted to take off all my clothes. The place was indeed the hottest, and I'm not talking about the interior design, mind you.
No, I wasn't the best person on earth and I guess my soul was paying for it.
But I didn't want to be around there for too long so I went to the Devil and I told him I'd do anything to get out of here.
Turns out the guy is pretty chill (haha). But you know there's always a catch, here was mine, my soul is his forever.
So I get to go back to earth, but I'll be doing whatever he asks?
Sigh. The struggles of the afterlife.