A few miles from Boston, Massachusetts lived Tom and his wife, Gwendolyn. The two were never the friendliest people. They were alike in many ways, greedy, self-centered, and exceedingly stubborn. They had a fond emotion for each other, but their clashing personalities formed a barrier between them. Tom and Gwendolyn, however, never knew how far they could push each other until one fateful day:
Hearing of great treasures hidden in the overgrown forest, Tom Walker decided he would check it out. With a shovel and woven brown bag in hand, Tom explored the deep forest in search of anything worth his time. The forest with thick with trees tall as skyscrapers and bushes more wild than bears. Murky mud sloshed over his shoes, soaking his feet through …show more content…
The rustle stopped and a blackened man stepped out. He adorned himself in Indian apparel with a red sash around his waist. His skin neither black nor copper, it looked filthy as though he bathed in soot.
“I go by many names,” the stranger said. “But in the shortness of time, call me Damien.” Tom eyed the stranger-Damien-cautiously. “And your name?”
“Tom,” he replied.
“Eh, Tom, what are you doing out in these woods? They’re dark and dangerous, filled with bad people.” Damien said grinning widely. “You should be at home kissing the babies and hugging your wife.”
“I heard there were some-“ Tom hesitated, not sure whether to share the information of the valuables with Damien. Then he remembered what a hoax it was, an entire day spent searching with not even a single item to show his work. “Some valuable were in these woods. I guess it was a lie.” Damien’s grin widened so much it barely fit on his face.
“You’re searching for valuables?” He asked slyly. “I could help you with that. If you are searching for something valuable look no more. I can get you all the riches you …show more content…
“What is this fee?” Tom asked dreadful, something about the man struck him odd. Was it the thick, black coarse hair that covered the top of his head, or the red eyes with their icy gaze.
“Oh, nothing much…” He trailed off distantly, his eyes stared right at Tom’s chest. “Just your soul.” Tom gasped in horror.
“My soul?” He asked. “But, that means…” Damien grinned.
“That’s right mundane, I’m the almighty Lucifer! Satan! The Devil!” He chucked. “I told you I go by many names. So Tom, do we have a deal?”
***
Tom returned home with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he told the Devil that he needed time to think. A price as hefty as his human soul needed more than a few seconds though. Tom was never much of a religious folk, he attended church only at Gwendolyn’s wrath every Sunday and prayed by her force at dinner and before they lay down to sleep. He never gave so much though toward it.
“Tom Walker!” Gwendolyn scolded as he walked through the door, a delicious aroma greeted him. He sniffed the air fondly as his stomach
Hearing of great treasures hidden in the overgrown forest, Tom Walker decided he would check it out. With a shovel and woven brown bag in hand, Tom explored the deep forest in search of anything worth his time. The forest with thick with trees tall as skyscrapers and bushes more wild than bears. Murky mud sloshed over his shoes, soaking his feet through …show more content…
The rustle stopped and a blackened man stepped out. He adorned himself in Indian apparel with a red sash around his waist. His skin neither black nor copper, it looked filthy as though he bathed in soot.
“I go by many names,” the stranger said. “But in the shortness of time, call me Damien.” Tom eyed the stranger-Damien-cautiously. “And your name?”
“Tom,” he replied.
“Eh, Tom, what are you doing out in these woods? They’re dark and dangerous, filled with bad people.” Damien said grinning widely. “You should be at home kissing the babies and hugging your wife.”
“I heard there were some-“ Tom hesitated, not sure whether to share the information of the valuables with Damien. Then he remembered what a hoax it was, an entire day spent searching with not even a single item to show his work. “Some valuable were in these woods. I guess it was a lie.” Damien’s grin widened so much it barely fit on his face.
“You’re searching for valuables?” He asked slyly. “I could help you with that. If you are searching for something valuable look no more. I can get you all the riches you …show more content…
“What is this fee?” Tom asked dreadful, something about the man struck him odd. Was it the thick, black coarse hair that covered the top of his head, or the red eyes with their icy gaze.
“Oh, nothing much…” He trailed off distantly, his eyes stared right at Tom’s chest. “Just your soul.” Tom gasped in horror.
“My soul?” He asked. “But, that means…” Damien grinned.
“That’s right mundane, I’m the almighty Lucifer! Satan! The Devil!” He chucked. “I told you I go by many names. So Tom, do we have a deal?”
***
Tom returned home with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he told the Devil that he needed time to think. A price as hefty as his human soul needed more than a few seconds though. Tom was never much of a religious folk, he attended church only at Gwendolyn’s wrath every Sunday and prayed by her force at dinner and before they lay down to sleep. He never gave so much though toward it.
“Tom Walker!” Gwendolyn scolded as he walked through the door, a delicious aroma greeted him. He sniffed the air fondly as his stomach