I Sold My Soul To A Devil
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A new direction? Not what we are looking for in this new direction? Mother fucking assholes, I give you five fucking year of loyal work effort and you kick me to the fucking curb like a bag of trash? You will be sorry. You will rue the day you crossed me. It's all I could think a I paced back and forth with a bottle of whiskey in hand smashing anything that I was given by those pigs.
“I'd sell my soul to get back at those assholes,” The words just slipped through my mouth before I knew what happened.
With a fiery flash something appeared before me.
“Okay you want to sell your soul?” The figure of a woman wearing a black leather suit said as she stood in front of me.
“Who he hell are you?” I said in a drunken rage ready to beat her over he head with the half empty bottle of whiskey.
“I'm Irene, a devil who else do you think I am?” The woman said.
“Yeah right,” I said as a belch that reeked of whiskey came from my mouth.
“You called me when you said,” Irene said as she paused for a second and then spoke again in my voice. “I'd sell my soul to get back at those assholes.” A black feathered quill and a scroll of paper appeared in her hand and she laid it down on the table before me. “This is your standard contract, you sign it and your soul belongs to me, and in turn I grant you what you wish, but then you are mine, you disobey a direct order from me and you will be put into a moment of extreme pain.”
“So I sign this and I get what ever I want?” I asked as I grabbed he pin. “My former employers go bankrupt, my neighbor get arrested, immorality, fame and riches?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes to anything else you ask,” Irene said as she handed me the quill. “Just sign on the line.”
“One more question,” I said as I held the quill. “I thought the devil was a man named Lucifer with a evil looking goatee and huge horns sticking out of is head?”
“That is the lord of the underworld,” Irene said. “In the hierarchy of Hell there are the damned at the bottom. The demons above them, then there is the Lesser Devils, Devils, Greater Devils and then on top of all that is Lord Lucifer.”
“So what are you?” I asked, as I wrote my name on the scroll, a pain shooting though my hand as my own blood inked the paper.
“I am a Lesser Devil.” Irene said. “And now the contract has been signed you have been granted one given thing. As long as I live you will live as well. Your are an immortal. So what is your first wish of my power?”
“I'd sell my soul to get back at those assholes,” The words just slipped through my mouth before I knew what happened.
With a fiery flash something appeared before me.
“Okay you want to sell your soul?” The figure of a woman wearing a black leather suit said as she stood in front of me.
“Who he hell are you?” I said in a drunken rage ready to beat her over he head with the half empty bottle of whiskey.
“I'm Irene, a devil who else do you think I am?” The woman said.
“Yeah right,” I said as a belch that reeked of whiskey came from my mouth.
“You called me when you said,” Irene said as she paused for a second and then spoke again in my voice. “I'd sell my soul to get back at those assholes.” A black feathered quill and a scroll of paper appeared in her hand and she laid it down on the table before me. “This is your standard contract, you sign it and your soul belongs to me, and in turn I grant you what you wish, but then you are mine, you disobey a direct order from me and you will be put into a moment of extreme pain.”
“So I sign this and I get what ever I want?” I asked as I grabbed he pin. “My former employers go bankrupt, my neighbor get arrested, immorality, fame and riches?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes to anything else you ask,” Irene said as she handed me the quill. “Just sign on the line.”
“One more question,” I said as I held the quill. “I thought the devil was a man named Lucifer with a evil looking goatee and huge horns sticking out of is head?”
“That is the lord of the underworld,” Irene said. “In the hierarchy of Hell there are the damned at the bottom. The demons above them, then there is the Lesser Devils, Devils, Greater Devils and then on top of all that is Lord Lucifer.”
“So what are you?” I asked, as I wrote my name on the scroll, a pain shooting though my hand as my own blood inked the paper.
“I am a Lesser Devil.” Irene said. “And now the contract has been signed you have been granted one given thing. As long as I live you will live as well. Your are an immortal. So what is your first wish of my power?”
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hmm so far so good there is 1 thing tho...u wrote "lesser devil devils"...
u should fix that, that does not sound right
u should fix that, that does not sound right
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biglw17 wrote...
hmm so far so good there is 1 thing tho...u wrote "lesser devil devils"...u should fix that, that does not sound right
Easily fixed grammatical error. I thought I put a comma(,) there and I guess it didn't register.
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Quickie!
It was a pretty good start. Is this the First Chapter? If so, then i'll wait for chapter 2 before I say anything else^^
PLUS
I'm having this strange feeling that the Human and the Devil will have a Relationship, no?
It was a pretty good start. Is this the First Chapter? If so, then i'll wait for chapter 2 before I say anything else^^
PLUS
I'm having this strange feeling that the Human and the Devil will have a Relationship, no?
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Nate River wrote...
:arrow: reminded me of "My Balls", anyways good job, keep it up
Very Preceptive thats exactly what kinda gave me the idea for a female devil and a male human.
Uzumaki101 wrote...
Quickie!It was a pretty good start. Is this the First Chapter? If so, then i'll wait for chapter 2 before I say anything else^^
PLUS
I'm having this strange feeling that the Human and the Devil will have a Relationship, no?
Just the intro as for the chapters I've dubbed them Wishes, and Wish 1 is in the process of working.
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Wish 1:
“Whats the catch?” I asked as I stood there.
“You have to do something for me,” Irene said as she sat down on the sofa. “It can be anything as simple as buying me an ice cream cone to something as complex as your blood. Or even sex.”
With the mention of sex my brain went into another place trying to think when the last time I got laid. Which honestly was so long ago that I'm surprised my dick doesn't have cobwebs hanging from it. But sex with a devil? I scanned her over looking at her from head to toe. Her long black hair fell from her in lush locks over her shoulders, and black fingernail polish coated long fingernails, and the black leather was a nice touch. With the metal spike heels, and a plunging neck line. “I want my former employers to go bankrupt and the CEO of the company to be charged with embezzlement.”
“Oh I like your style,” Irene said as she leaned back and snapped her fingers. “Now for what I want from you. A request like this requires something special, though I can not remember the last time I have had a request like this, the rule is clear. Hand me your arm.”
“Why,” I asked as I held my arm. “Why do you want my arm?”
“Don't ask if you don't want to know,” Irene said as he demanded me to hand over my arm once more.
I tentatively stuck my arm out as she grabbed hold of it and sunk her teeth into my wrist. The first instinct I had was to rip my arm away a the pain stated o set in but as soon a the pain hit me it was replaced by the feelings of pleasure that one would feel as pain medication kicked in. I could feel the blood draining from my body as she sucked upon the stuff that kept my body going.
For a few minutes I sat there my arm numb from whatever she was doing, before she let go of my arm, blood trickling down from her mouth. I looked at my arm expecting it to be horribly disfigured and cover with blood but hen I looked at it I was amazed to see there was not a mark.
“How...” I began. “How...”
“How come there is not a mark from where I feed?” Irene finished the question, as she wiped he blood from her mouth. “Mostly because of your immortality and my power. If it was not for that you would be bleeding to death right now.”
“Gee thanks,” I blurted sarcastically. “But how come I don't feel the satisfaction of my wish coming true?”
“It takes time for something like this to take effect,” Irene explained. “When you wake up tomorrow, it will have started. Now rest my puppet, blood loss will still effect you like it would a normal person to an extent.”
I plopped down on the couch from the feeling of being lightheaded that washed over me. “Okay so my soul is bound to you, you drank my blood, and apparently my former employer are going to crash and burn by tomorrow morning.” I recapped what has just happened to myself before I urned my head and looked directly at Irene. “Where does that leave you? Do you go back to Hell and wait for me to call you for something or what? Because I'm a a loss here, I don't know has up from down right now.”
“To put it lightly,” Irene said as she at there. “When a soul is bound to a devil, the devil must remain on the mortal plain unless direct orders from the big guy, are given to return, and as far as I know the only time that happened was when Atlantis sunk to the bottom of the sea. So unless you want me to cause something like that, I'm stuck here.”
“Great,” I muttered under my breath. “Question where are you going to sleep?”
“The bed where else?” Irene said.
“I only have the one bed,” I said.
“What are you insinuating?” Irene said as she leaned forward exposing her cleavage even more.
“Nothing,” I said as I felt the blood rush to my face. “Nothing at all.” I stood up and walked over to a door on he side of the room. “This is all a little too much for me to grasp and I think a nice hot shower should do me some good. If the phone ring's let the answering machine pick it up and don't answer the door.”
“Go take your bath,” Irene said. “But remember this is not a dream, it's real. I'll be sitting here and I'll give you your privacy.”
I closed the door behind me and started to run he water, letting a good fog of steam build up. I don't know what it is about a hot shower but it helps me think. I mulled over he pat few minutes as the hot water poured down onto me. How could I live with myself, I caused a lot of people to loose there jobs and put an innocent man who I've never met into prison. All because they terminated my job. There was nothing I could do now, all I have to do is just keep my self from causing something any more devastating. But first I need a new job.
“Maybe I could wish for a new job,” I muttered as I turned the water off reaching for a towel. “Or even riches beyond belief. But then who knows what would happen then. Might as well start looking tomorrow.” I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out to get rid of the smell of alcohol on my breath.
“Hubba hubba,” Irene coyly said as I walked from the bathroom towards the bedroom. “I think I could get use to this.”
“Keep dreaming darling,” I said as I closed the bedroom door behind me. The clock on the nightstand said it was roughly 10:30PM, which is the time I normally get ready for bed, and watch the news at 11. I grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt from the dresser and put them on before looking over at the bed. Dirty thoughts passed through my head as I imagined what Irene would look like in a black lace teddy. “Get that thought out of your head man. The bed is big enough for both of us.”
I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on to the news and watched for any news of my recent activity. The news was half way over with when the weather came on. So far nothing.
“Your not going to see anything about it,” Irene said. “It's going to till the morning before the wheels are set in motion. But I like your enthusiasm.”
“I wasn't looking for anything,” I said a I turned the TV off. “I watch the news every evening. But I must ask what you plan on sleeping in because I don't want those spiked heels inside my bed.”
“Simple,” Irene said with a snap of her fingers and a flash of light. The black leather was replaced by the outfit she was wearing changed to a pair of black lace panties and a black lace teddy. “Though I think you may like this.” She snapped her fingers again and the outfit changed to a pair of black boxer shorts and a black tank top. “This is what I always sleep in.”
“You really are evil aren't you?” I said with a grim laugh. “You enjoy torturing people like me don't you.”
Irene stood up and walked over putting her hand onto my cheek, and leaned over before looking me right in the eyes. “Honey, I like to play with my toys like any kid does with theirs.” She looked down at my crotch which for some reason was quite stiff at the moment. “And it seems I might have a lot of fun.”
Great, not only is she sadistic, and a devil, she's a nymph. 'I don't know what your complaining about' a voice in the back of my head said. 'It's been what 2-3 years since you last got laid?' Yeah it's been that long. I don't know how many times I've masturbated in that time but it's about time for me to get my dick wet again.
I walked into the room and crawled into the bed, on the side by he night stand, as Irene plopped down on it snuggling right up against my back. I could feel her breast pushing again my back, as she reached around me, and started to stroke my abdomen.
“Why so glum?” Irene asked as I rolled onto my back.
“It's been a long time since I've shared a bed with anyone,” I admitted. “I don't know what to do with this situation.”
Her hand moved lower down to an appendage of mine that has only received some rough love for a long while. “Your mind might not know, but I think your body might.”
“You wouldn't happen to be a succubus as well would you?” I asked as I let her stroke away at my manhood.
“Would you have any complain if I was?” She laughed as she tenderly rubbed a my crotch.
“I would say yes,” I laughed as I rolled on top of her. “But you already own my soul.”
“Taking charge cowboy?” Irene said as she laid there, before flipping the roles. “I'm not the submissive type.”
“You don't have any complaint from me madam,” I said in a submissive tone. “I'm a masochist.”
“Oh are you now?” She said as she grasped hold of my balls and squeezed. “How do you like that?” The pleasure of the pain she was inflicting on me was almost more than I could handle. My manhood rose to rapt attention as a look of pleasure arose on my face. Even more as she squeezed harder.
“You are my kind of guy,” she said as her bottoms disappeared, revealing a manicured patch of black pubic hairs. She tugged at the elastic band of my pants, and let my second head and the thinking one for the moment out to breath in the air. She tenderly stroked at the pulsating head. “Hello there little guy. Would you like to play?”
“What do you mean little?” I laughed. Knowing good and well that isn't a tiny prick. But a huge hunk of man meat. “I guess I have to let you feel him so he wont be called little again.”
“What do you mean?” She asked as I grabbed her by the hips thrusting myself right a her. “Oh I see now, he's saying 'I'm not that little.' But tell me how do you like this?”
She reached her hands down underneath me and started clawing at my ass cheeks, which surprisingly only seemed to make me harder.
“Keep at it,” I growled as I trusted harder, and took one of my hands pulling it underneath her shirt, rubbing her nipple gaining a moan from her. The trade of causing pain and pleasure between the two of us continued to the point where I had climaxed 3 times before she came herself.
Huffing she rolled off the top of me and began to lightly stroke my stomach with one of her long fingernails sending chills up and down my spine.
“I'm surprised,” Irene said as she snuggled close. “I used every trick I was taught by the succubus ye you still held out, and finished last.”
“It's been about three years of backed up sexual tension,” I laughed, as I lit a cigarette and took a drag. “The next time it may not happen like that."
“Whats the catch?” I asked as I stood there.
“You have to do something for me,” Irene said as she sat down on the sofa. “It can be anything as simple as buying me an ice cream cone to something as complex as your blood. Or even sex.”
With the mention of sex my brain went into another place trying to think when the last time I got laid. Which honestly was so long ago that I'm surprised my dick doesn't have cobwebs hanging from it. But sex with a devil? I scanned her over looking at her from head to toe. Her long black hair fell from her in lush locks over her shoulders, and black fingernail polish coated long fingernails, and the black leather was a nice touch. With the metal spike heels, and a plunging neck line. “I want my former employers to go bankrupt and the CEO of the company to be charged with embezzlement.”
“Oh I like your style,” Irene said as she leaned back and snapped her fingers. “Now for what I want from you. A request like this requires something special, though I can not remember the last time I have had a request like this, the rule is clear. Hand me your arm.”
“Why,” I asked as I held my arm. “Why do you want my arm?”
“Don't ask if you don't want to know,” Irene said as he demanded me to hand over my arm once more.
I tentatively stuck my arm out as she grabbed hold of it and sunk her teeth into my wrist. The first instinct I had was to rip my arm away a the pain stated o set in but as soon a the pain hit me it was replaced by the feelings of pleasure that one would feel as pain medication kicked in. I could feel the blood draining from my body as she sucked upon the stuff that kept my body going.
For a few minutes I sat there my arm numb from whatever she was doing, before she let go of my arm, blood trickling down from her mouth. I looked at my arm expecting it to be horribly disfigured and cover with blood but hen I looked at it I was amazed to see there was not a mark.
“How...” I began. “How...”
“How come there is not a mark from where I feed?” Irene finished the question, as she wiped he blood from her mouth. “Mostly because of your immortality and my power. If it was not for that you would be bleeding to death right now.”
“Gee thanks,” I blurted sarcastically. “But how come I don't feel the satisfaction of my wish coming true?”
“It takes time for something like this to take effect,” Irene explained. “When you wake up tomorrow, it will have started. Now rest my puppet, blood loss will still effect you like it would a normal person to an extent.”
I plopped down on the couch from the feeling of being lightheaded that washed over me. “Okay so my soul is bound to you, you drank my blood, and apparently my former employer are going to crash and burn by tomorrow morning.” I recapped what has just happened to myself before I urned my head and looked directly at Irene. “Where does that leave you? Do you go back to Hell and wait for me to call you for something or what? Because I'm a a loss here, I don't know has up from down right now.”
“To put it lightly,” Irene said as she at there. “When a soul is bound to a devil, the devil must remain on the mortal plain unless direct orders from the big guy, are given to return, and as far as I know the only time that happened was when Atlantis sunk to the bottom of the sea. So unless you want me to cause something like that, I'm stuck here.”
“Great,” I muttered under my breath. “Question where are you going to sleep?”
“The bed where else?” Irene said.
“I only have the one bed,” I said.
“What are you insinuating?” Irene said as she leaned forward exposing her cleavage even more.
“Nothing,” I said as I felt the blood rush to my face. “Nothing at all.” I stood up and walked over to a door on he side of the room. “This is all a little too much for me to grasp and I think a nice hot shower should do me some good. If the phone ring's let the answering machine pick it up and don't answer the door.”
“Go take your bath,” Irene said. “But remember this is not a dream, it's real. I'll be sitting here and I'll give you your privacy.”
I closed the door behind me and started to run he water, letting a good fog of steam build up. I don't know what it is about a hot shower but it helps me think. I mulled over he pat few minutes as the hot water poured down onto me. How could I live with myself, I caused a lot of people to loose there jobs and put an innocent man who I've never met into prison. All because they terminated my job. There was nothing I could do now, all I have to do is just keep my self from causing something any more devastating. But first I need a new job.
“Maybe I could wish for a new job,” I muttered as I turned the water off reaching for a towel. “Or even riches beyond belief. But then who knows what would happen then. Might as well start looking tomorrow.” I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out to get rid of the smell of alcohol on my breath.
“Hubba hubba,” Irene coyly said as I walked from the bathroom towards the bedroom. “I think I could get use to this.”
“Keep dreaming darling,” I said as I closed the bedroom door behind me. The clock on the nightstand said it was roughly 10:30PM, which is the time I normally get ready for bed, and watch the news at 11. I grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt from the dresser and put them on before looking over at the bed. Dirty thoughts passed through my head as I imagined what Irene would look like in a black lace teddy. “Get that thought out of your head man. The bed is big enough for both of us.”
I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on to the news and watched for any news of my recent activity. The news was half way over with when the weather came on. So far nothing.
“Your not going to see anything about it,” Irene said. “It's going to till the morning before the wheels are set in motion. But I like your enthusiasm.”
“I wasn't looking for anything,” I said a I turned the TV off. “I watch the news every evening. But I must ask what you plan on sleeping in because I don't want those spiked heels inside my bed.”
“Simple,” Irene said with a snap of her fingers and a flash of light. The black leather was replaced by the outfit she was wearing changed to a pair of black lace panties and a black lace teddy. “Though I think you may like this.” She snapped her fingers again and the outfit changed to a pair of black boxer shorts and a black tank top. “This is what I always sleep in.”
“You really are evil aren't you?” I said with a grim laugh. “You enjoy torturing people like me don't you.”
Irene stood up and walked over putting her hand onto my cheek, and leaned over before looking me right in the eyes. “Honey, I like to play with my toys like any kid does with theirs.” She looked down at my crotch which for some reason was quite stiff at the moment. “And it seems I might have a lot of fun.”
Great, not only is she sadistic, and a devil, she's a nymph. 'I don't know what your complaining about' a voice in the back of my head said. 'It's been what 2-3 years since you last got laid?' Yeah it's been that long. I don't know how many times I've masturbated in that time but it's about time for me to get my dick wet again.
I walked into the room and crawled into the bed, on the side by he night stand, as Irene plopped down on it snuggling right up against my back. I could feel her breast pushing again my back, as she reached around me, and started to stroke my abdomen.
“Why so glum?” Irene asked as I rolled onto my back.
“It's been a long time since I've shared a bed with anyone,” I admitted. “I don't know what to do with this situation.”
Her hand moved lower down to an appendage of mine that has only received some rough love for a long while. “Your mind might not know, but I think your body might.”
“You wouldn't happen to be a succubus as well would you?” I asked as I let her stroke away at my manhood.
“Would you have any complain if I was?” She laughed as she tenderly rubbed a my crotch.
“I would say yes,” I laughed as I rolled on top of her. “But you already own my soul.”
“Taking charge cowboy?” Irene said as she laid there, before flipping the roles. “I'm not the submissive type.”
“You don't have any complaint from me madam,” I said in a submissive tone. “I'm a masochist.”
“Oh are you now?” She said as she grasped hold of my balls and squeezed. “How do you like that?” The pleasure of the pain she was inflicting on me was almost more than I could handle. My manhood rose to rapt attention as a look of pleasure arose on my face. Even more as she squeezed harder.
“You are my kind of guy,” she said as her bottoms disappeared, revealing a manicured patch of black pubic hairs. She tugged at the elastic band of my pants, and let my second head and the thinking one for the moment out to breath in the air. She tenderly stroked at the pulsating head. “Hello there little guy. Would you like to play?”
“What do you mean little?” I laughed. Knowing good and well that isn't a tiny prick. But a huge hunk of man meat. “I guess I have to let you feel him so he wont be called little again.”
“What do you mean?” She asked as I grabbed her by the hips thrusting myself right a her. “Oh I see now, he's saying 'I'm not that little.' But tell me how do you like this?”
She reached her hands down underneath me and started clawing at my ass cheeks, which surprisingly only seemed to make me harder.
“Keep at it,” I growled as I trusted harder, and took one of my hands pulling it underneath her shirt, rubbing her nipple gaining a moan from her. The trade of causing pain and pleasure between the two of us continued to the point where I had climaxed 3 times before she came herself.
Huffing she rolled off the top of me and began to lightly stroke my stomach with one of her long fingernails sending chills up and down my spine.
“I'm surprised,” Irene said as she snuggled close. “I used every trick I was taught by the succubus ye you still held out, and finished last.”
“It's been about three years of backed up sexual tension,” I laughed, as I lit a cigarette and took a drag. “The next time it may not happen like that."
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not bad but the opening is a little sudden. You should explain a little in the starting. Gives people a little feel on the background of your story see......
the story reminds me of My Balls manga.....i hope you won't end up copying most of the idea from there that would be a bad thing to do; lose the originality see....
not too much error that i can see so keep up the good work.
I rate it 6.5/10 since there is no plot or any significant help to the story you are about to write but i do have high expectations for this story
the story reminds me of My Balls manga.....i hope you won't end up copying most of the idea from there that would be a bad thing to do; lose the originality see....
not too much error that i can see so keep up the good work.
I rate it 6.5/10 since there is no plot or any significant help to the story you are about to write but i do have high expectations for this story
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The principality of character comes from My Balls but then the rest of it is completely original storyline each chapter is another wish and the outcome of the last. As for you peaking of high expectations, thats probably going to come to pass because it is going to be long. the intro and Wish 1(First Chapter) are 5 pages on there own, and I'm not stopping until I can't think of anything else to do to this guy. Which I've got a lot already planed.
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Wish 2:
“Please let what happened last night be a horrible dream,” I said as I rolled out of my bed and onto the floor. My head pounding I found my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and rubbed the fine stubble that was on my face.
“You look like shit.” Irene said from behind me, holding a glass of what looked like milk hats been siting in the back of the fridge for over a month. “But that could be expected when you drink an entire fifth of Jack, and then some. But I hate to break it to you it's not a dream, and here.”
“What the hell?” I said as I took the glass and sniffed it. The smell alone could easily cure a hangover.
“It's an Hangover Cure,” Irene said. “Just gulp it down and you will feel like a spring daisy.”
I just instinctively closed my nose off and gulped it down. The smell and look of it was putrid but then I mus say it didn't taste all that bad, a bit like a Piña Colada. But Irene was right, the hangover was gone. I felt as if I had slept off a large dose of Kava.
I shaved off the stubble that was on my face brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a pair of jean and T-shirt. As I walked into the den and urned the TV on, to the news.
“In the latest news Atlantis Advertising has went under today, due to a speculation of the CEO, Harris Ninga embezzling billions out of the company.” The news caster said as a feed showed Ninga being carted off by police.
“I don' believe it,” I said as I leaned back looking up at a crack in the ceiling.
“Believe it,” Irene said, as she sat in a chair adjacent from the couch. “Is here anything else you would wish of my power?”
“A new wardrobe would be nice,” I laughed thinking about it.
“Is that a wish?” Irene said as she leaned over. Her cleavage was less noticeable in the pants suit she was wearing, but the red silk blouse was a nice touch.
“I wish I had a new wardrobe,” I said as I sat there.
Irene snapped her fingers and my apartment turned into a mens clothing store, little imps flew all over the place pulling me up into a standing position, taking my measurements. Before taking what I was wearing and striping me down to my boxers. I wish they wouldn't had done that because the boxers I was wearing had Hot Stuff written across the ass, with little hearts allover them. Another Imp put a Red Dress Shirt and Black Tie on me while third, put some pants on me, with a fourth a jacket, they all spun me around to show me what I looked like in the mirror behind me.
“Damn I look good,” I laughed as I looked at the black pin striped suit, and red silk shirt.
“You like?” Irene asked, as she walked over behind me.
“I like,” I reiterated. “But what about some shoes to go with this suit?”
“Right away Sir,” One of the imps said as it flew off to retrieve a pair of black dress shoes. “I hope they fit.”
“Salomon,” A deep voice said from behind me that made my skin crawl. “This is Hell, it's only bad to those who didn't want to come here.” I turned around to see who was speaking, when I noticed a man standing before me with red eyes and jet black hair wearing a black suit, with a black shirt, and Red Tie. He held a cane with a ruby the size of a chickens egg on the top of it, and another ruby adorned a gold ring on his right hand.
“My Lord,” Irene said as she ducked to her knees.
“Greetings Mr. Highborn, I hope you find your new clothes to be comfortable? And if I do say so, you have brought in a few fresh souls for us with that wish of yours. The hate, the malice, the pure loathing, and spite of that wish. Bravo.”
“If I'm not mistaken you are Lord Lucifer,” I said as I graciously bowed. “It is an honor to meet one such a yourself, and yes I find the suit to be most exquisite.”
“That I am,” Lucifer said, with a sinister laugh. “And it happens to be one of the finest Hell has to offer. Though I would have to say that red if no your color, more or less a deep rich purple color wouldn't you say?” With a snap of his fingers the red ilk shirt turned to a dark purple color and he tie to an deep dark maroon color. Much better.”
“I do think so myself,” I said agreeing with Lucifer. But I must say you by far look better than me. I only could ever dream of such a suave bold look as yours.”
“Flattery will get you one thing,” Lucifer said as he stepped down and sat in a black leather chair. “But a silver tongue such as yours would be better used. On the mindless drolls that inhabit the world. A word of advice. Before you leave with your new wardrobe. When years pass, it is not what people look like or say that we remember it's what they have done. Irene, I want you to take care of Mr. Highborn here. I see great potential in him, potential that may earn you your horns.”
“Yes my lord,” Irene said as everything turned back to normal. The suit I as wearing still on my back, with boxes of shoes, suits, and shirts all hanging on a rack in my living room. “It seems my lord has taken a liking to you. I would hope you keep in his good favor. Now that you are dressed like a true man of Hell, why don't we see what this town holds for a devil and her toy.”
“And that would be?” I asked as I stood there looking at the figure before me.
“For this you will take me out on the town.” Irene said as she snapped her fingers the pant suit she was wearing turned into a black mini skirt, and a black haler top. Fishnet stalkings adorned what little of her legs were visible above the knee high black leather boots she was wearing.
I could feel a smile poking at the corners of my mouth as I looked upon the visage that stood before me. I have to be a lucky son of a bitch to end up selling my soul to a devil that look like this. A sweet and sultry vixen, that grants my every wish for something in return.
“Theres a Problem with that,” I said as I looked over at a clock. “It's still only 2 in the afternoon. The clubs don't open till about 10. I could take you out for lunch and a movie then go out to the clubs a bit latter. But I doubt they would let you in the door looking like your headed to a rave.”
“Oh your no fun,” Irene said snapping her fingers. The mini skirt and halter top changed to a low cut wine colored silk blouse, and a black long flowing skirt. “But lunch and a movie will do for now.”
“Please let what happened last night be a horrible dream,” I said as I rolled out of my bed and onto the floor. My head pounding I found my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and rubbed the fine stubble that was on my face.
“You look like shit.” Irene said from behind me, holding a glass of what looked like milk hats been siting in the back of the fridge for over a month. “But that could be expected when you drink an entire fifth of Jack, and then some. But I hate to break it to you it's not a dream, and here.”
“What the hell?” I said as I took the glass and sniffed it. The smell alone could easily cure a hangover.
“It's an Hangover Cure,” Irene said. “Just gulp it down and you will feel like a spring daisy.”
I just instinctively closed my nose off and gulped it down. The smell and look of it was putrid but then I mus say it didn't taste all that bad, a bit like a Piña Colada. But Irene was right, the hangover was gone. I felt as if I had slept off a large dose of Kava.
I shaved off the stubble that was on my face brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a pair of jean and T-shirt. As I walked into the den and urned the TV on, to the news.
“In the latest news Atlantis Advertising has went under today, due to a speculation of the CEO, Harris Ninga embezzling billions out of the company.” The news caster said as a feed showed Ninga being carted off by police.
“I don' believe it,” I said as I leaned back looking up at a crack in the ceiling.
“Believe it,” Irene said, as she sat in a chair adjacent from the couch. “Is here anything else you would wish of my power?”
“A new wardrobe would be nice,” I laughed thinking about it.
“Is that a wish?” Irene said as she leaned over. Her cleavage was less noticeable in the pants suit she was wearing, but the red silk blouse was a nice touch.
“I wish I had a new wardrobe,” I said as I sat there.
Irene snapped her fingers and my apartment turned into a mens clothing store, little imps flew all over the place pulling me up into a standing position, taking my measurements. Before taking what I was wearing and striping me down to my boxers. I wish they wouldn't had done that because the boxers I was wearing had Hot Stuff written across the ass, with little hearts allover them. Another Imp put a Red Dress Shirt and Black Tie on me while third, put some pants on me, with a fourth a jacket, they all spun me around to show me what I looked like in the mirror behind me.
“Damn I look good,” I laughed as I looked at the black pin striped suit, and red silk shirt.
“You like?” Irene asked, as she walked over behind me.
“I like,” I reiterated. “But what about some shoes to go with this suit?”
“Right away Sir,” One of the imps said as it flew off to retrieve a pair of black dress shoes. “I hope they fit.”
“Salomon,” A deep voice said from behind me that made my skin crawl. “This is Hell, it's only bad to those who didn't want to come here.” I turned around to see who was speaking, when I noticed a man standing before me with red eyes and jet black hair wearing a black suit, with a black shirt, and Red Tie. He held a cane with a ruby the size of a chickens egg on the top of it, and another ruby adorned a gold ring on his right hand.
“My Lord,” Irene said as she ducked to her knees.
“Greetings Mr. Highborn, I hope you find your new clothes to be comfortable? And if I do say so, you have brought in a few fresh souls for us with that wish of yours. The hate, the malice, the pure loathing, and spite of that wish. Bravo.”
“If I'm not mistaken you are Lord Lucifer,” I said as I graciously bowed. “It is an honor to meet one such a yourself, and yes I find the suit to be most exquisite.”
“That I am,” Lucifer said, with a sinister laugh. “And it happens to be one of the finest Hell has to offer. Though I would have to say that red if no your color, more or less a deep rich purple color wouldn't you say?” With a snap of his fingers the red ilk shirt turned to a dark purple color and he tie to an deep dark maroon color. Much better.”
“I do think so myself,” I said agreeing with Lucifer. But I must say you by far look better than me. I only could ever dream of such a suave bold look as yours.”
“Flattery will get you one thing,” Lucifer said as he stepped down and sat in a black leather chair. “But a silver tongue such as yours would be better used. On the mindless drolls that inhabit the world. A word of advice. Before you leave with your new wardrobe. When years pass, it is not what people look like or say that we remember it's what they have done. Irene, I want you to take care of Mr. Highborn here. I see great potential in him, potential that may earn you your horns.”
“Yes my lord,” Irene said as everything turned back to normal. The suit I as wearing still on my back, with boxes of shoes, suits, and shirts all hanging on a rack in my living room. “It seems my lord has taken a liking to you. I would hope you keep in his good favor. Now that you are dressed like a true man of Hell, why don't we see what this town holds for a devil and her toy.”
“And that would be?” I asked as I stood there looking at the figure before me.
“For this you will take me out on the town.” Irene said as she snapped her fingers the pant suit she was wearing turned into a black mini skirt, and a black haler top. Fishnet stalkings adorned what little of her legs were visible above the knee high black leather boots she was wearing.
I could feel a smile poking at the corners of my mouth as I looked upon the visage that stood before me. I have to be a lucky son of a bitch to end up selling my soul to a devil that look like this. A sweet and sultry vixen, that grants my every wish for something in return.
“Theres a Problem with that,” I said as I looked over at a clock. “It's still only 2 in the afternoon. The clubs don't open till about 10. I could take you out for lunch and a movie then go out to the clubs a bit latter. But I doubt they would let you in the door looking like your headed to a rave.”
“Oh your no fun,” Irene said snapping her fingers. The mini skirt and halter top changed to a low cut wine colored silk blouse, and a black long flowing skirt. “But lunch and a movie will do for now.”
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Awesome! A few typos here and there... but I guess that's about it.
Damn lucky bastard, and the payment for those wishes are minimum only^^
Currently waiting for the next chapter
Damn lucky bastard, and the payment for those wishes are minimum only^^
Currently waiting for the next chapter
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Uzumaki101 wrote...
Awesome! A few typos here and there... but I guess that's about it.Damn lucky bastard, and the payment for those wishes are minimum only^^
Currently waiting for the next chapter
The payment system is derived to how big the wish is.
Blood is one of the higher payment, to something a simple as an ice cream cone for something simple as 50 bucks.
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Angelus Lapsus wrote...
Uzumaki101 wrote...
Awesome! A few typos here and there... but I guess that's about it.Damn lucky bastard, and the payment for those wishes are minimum only^^
Currently waiting for the next chapter
The payment system is derived to how big the wish is.
Blood is one of the higher payment, to something a simple as an ice cream cone for something simple as 50 bucks.
Nice like uzumaki said there are a few typos but it is good overall...but i think this chapter is a little short....i mean there is no significant "wish" if i may add.... The only thing that was important plotwise was the appearance of Lucifer. You should lengthen it a little...
I can't rate this chapter as there is no really excellent parts or anything bad........ :roll: