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Devil's Due - Volume 1 - Chapter 1

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I don't remember waking up. Hell, I don't remember falling to sleep in the first place. I only know I woke up because I had to open my eyes, but when I did... They always depict the Devil as a huge, red, horned monster. They were wrong. When he looked me in the eyes I could see the eternities he had spent torturing the evil. The terrors he had tormented people for eons. The worst part had to be his smile. "What?" he asked, "Expecting someone else?" I tried to talk but no sounds would come out. The Devil laughed and walked over to me. "I guess you're expecting me to toss you into the pit of eternal damnation and torture you forever... But as much as I'd like to this is a business meeting, not a pleasure one." I again couldn't make words pass my lips, but found myself being lifted slowly off the ground. I looked down and found a chair to be growing under me. I looked up again, and the Devil was behind an offical looking desk holding numerous papers in his hands. "Jackson L. Franklin, born to Marianne Franklin and Julius Franklin Jr. in 1986, correct?" Once more, words would not come to me, so I simply nodded. "You know Jackson... I've always wondered why humans fear me so. I merely do my job. But now it tires me... So I'm taking some time off." the Devil looked up at me, "But evil people still need to be punished. So I'm delegating that job to you. Don't worry don't worry." he held his hands up, "I won't make you stay in Hell. I'm merely going to give you the ability to make my will be done on Earth. Basically you're going to be a grim reaper of sorts, hunting evil doers, torturing them, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway if you'll just sign here we can begin." he finished as he slid a contract across to me. I skim read it and couldn't really see any downsides. If only I read it fully. I took the pen the Devil offered and signed my name, a smirk appearing on the man's face as the contract burst into flames and was gone. "Good... Now." the Devil stood, "Get the hell out of my office." he said to me before I once again fell asleep. When I woke I was in my bedroom. Everyhing seemed the same. Crooked lampshade, the wardrobe with a broken hinge, clothes strewn around. I stood from my bed and gasped when I looked in the mirror. My eyes had become red as Hellfire, and as I moved my hands up to feel my face I saw the markings on my left hand. They weren't tattoos, I had enough of them to know. They weren't scars or bruises either. It was like my skin had been turned to black in the shape of a pentegram and a goat skull. I finally found my voice and said; "You really screwed up this time Jackson..."
The first chapter of a story I've been mulling over for a while. I'll try and release chapters monthly but if I don't it's probably due to college work or family stuff.
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Dude, gret story writing that was epic and suspensful! The only downside i that it is only one part! Nooo!