It's no secret we make deals with souls that are damned to the underworld, what you think we take over bodies of those going to heaven or the ones who are holy? Generally speaking if we took over the body of your wife, child, etc. They're a cheat, a liar or something much worse. Besides those basic ground rules I should perhaps go over my profession; I'm a contract devil, not direct harm but only what's allowed within the rules of the contract.
So yes you need to be specific in your terms and agreement. Why am I bringing this up and showing people this? Well for one I'm bored and two make it more of a challenge; don't get me wrong, all the lawyers that are going to hell I've had those slippery bastards escape my grasp before and sure as hell are fun to play with when I get a worthy lawyer to verbal spar with or rewrite the contract again.
Now as of why do I need the soul if you're already going to hell? Well a demon or devil has to fight for the souls they want; a succubus or incubus needs to seduce those to hell with cheating, a contract devil needs to get someone to make a lawful evil deal, etc. You get the picture. Whether by direct or indirect influence. Now whether or not heaven has angels come down to kick your ass is another story.
I'm here to share my most recent success; though I will be stealing the story of the man and the wife this will still be an interesting tale. Any of his spelling or grammar mistakes I hadn't bothered to fix.
I can't believe she fucking lied to me; I know this may sound strange so I should back up a bit. My wife in her late 20s lied to me; you might be wondering how I found out, the dementia kicking in young and rapidly. The round the clock care I did for her and when having her wait in the bedroom, she called out a different guy's name. She called out, "Jerome honey, come on out please; I need you deep inside of me before my pathetic excuse of a husband comes back." I froze right then and there; Jerome is my 6'5 black friend. She panic when I came out of the bathroom with her trying to play it off like it was a joke.
I sternly ask her, "how long have you been sleeping with him?" She freezes for a moment before giving in.
She sighs, "since college." My heart shatters, I say nothing as I pack some clothes and leave. She pleads, begs and wants me to stay and tries to bring me to the bedroom. I push her away; our child looks on over to see mommy and daddy fighting with my wife crying for me to stay. Sure enough I take my leave. The nearest bar I speed towards and start drinking my troubles away.
Other narrator here; yes this where I stepped in for a little salesman time. The time froze around the bar and back to him.
This well dressed man who looked like a lawyer with beautiful sapphire eyes, long lush hair, a trimmed beard and a strong jawline. The kind of guy you'd expect to be a super model and not a lawyer. He sits down next to me. He asked, "what troubles you sir?" Before I could answer he says, "let me guess; wife troubles? I nod. I explained to him what happened and he sympathetically nodded. He cut straight to the point, "I'm a contract devil; and look, I know it's hard to believe me." At that point I got up from the bar stool not wanting to hear anymore of his shit. That was until he snapped his fingers, with the two of us in a movie theater with no doors and the only light source coming from the large screen.
He explains, "this has been you most of your life." He shows the actions I've done, taking care of the dishes, the kids, having to deal with her having "headaches" but only enough time for bedroom time for having our kids; which at this point, I doubt are even mine. While I slaved away welding pipes for a living she was busy getting her back blown out. The rage, the tears; everything that built up in me when the lawyer devil showed my wife getting her back blown out by my friend. That or the first time she got dementia and she tried poisoning me with us two fighting, now looking back on it I understand why she was crying and screaming like a lunatic. She meant to break things off until her current condition came underway.
The lawyer explains, "do you really want this to be the rest of your life?"
He lamented to me, "I still want to go to heaven."
Narrator's note here; I knew if I told him he was already hell bound this guy would've done something stupid without my involvement. As of why I didn't go after his friend Jerome? That guy was hell bound before under a different demon considering he cheated on his wife; his soul belongs to a succubus that he had a fling with.
The lawyer demon explained, "do you really think your wife is going to have the best care in mind for your daughter? Jerome is just going to sexually abuse your daughter."
Narrator's note again; I didn't lie; Jerome was going to sexually abuse his daughter, well not Evan's daughter but rather Jerome was going to exploit his flesh and blood. I have the ability to know what someone wants or desires.
At that moment I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, this man was right; sure enough I signed the deal, my soul be damned. I'd rather go to hell than be in heaven while my daughter is abused. The contract before me with me signing the deal; sure enough I stay around and drink. While I do that, I get to writing this. I know I'm going to hell but it's for a good cause.
Narrator's note; this is where I take over for the rest of the story and he mostly wrote drunken rambles, blah, blah; my feelings about my wife fucking so many other men besides me and being a cheating whore; what else is new. Now for the juicy part.
I appeared in the house next to her sobbing, she looked to me and knew who I was. I went over my whole thing; sure enough didn't take much convincing that I was a contract devil. With me I explained, "now this is your perspective of what would happen if the relationship keeps going on." She sobs, crying and bemoaning her husband, beaten and bruised. To be mistreated and left to be lonely, unwanted and undesired with her having to tip toe around her husband to sleep with other men. This woman truly disgust me this is how she views herself and every second I wait to deal with her the better.
I love the most vile souls; I know other demons like souls that went from good to bad but to me; the most vile scum are my favorite play things. This one will be a fine collection to my jar. She looks about ready to cry and sure enough; she does. She signs the contract. Unable to help but laugh like a madman as I say, "oh don't worry I'll kill your husband for you but first; I promised to deal with you." My sharp claws dug into her stomach, her screams filled me with joy.
A woman that's so selfish, so self centered; so narcissistic just fills me with joy. Your perhaps wondering how or what makes her husband hell bounded besides our deal. To simply put; he cheated on her with other women, although this was while not getting action in the relationship from her, still but shit people but her soul more like a tar, spiritually like a tar to the touch. While her husband, well tried to do anything but go for cheating first. Honestly he was on the edge of being worthy of going to hell and probably would've ended up in limbo had he not taken my deal is the sad part.
At that point; a soul worthy of limbo isn't worth my time, that's heaven and hell's territory sure but that'd take a couple thousand years to get sorted out in court and you know how well that goes. Ugh, that reminds me I have to represent a demon in about two hundred years.
My apologies for getting distracted but I'm a better lawyer than narrator, I promise. Before anyone says a thing; no I didn't lie, I told her the truth; your perspective, from her perspective she was genuinely delusional enough to think she was getting mistreated.
Now, which of you would like to make a deal with me?
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