



The Edgar Ouija Pact
And that pale, well-dressed man sat beside me. He didn't mind the snow on his impeccable suit or the wet seat. He had a satisfied smile and looked at me like a wolf looks at its little hat. - And what do you want? -Icy smoke came out of his mouth. - I want to be very smart to have a lot of money. He laughed like someone who finds it too cliché. - And I want immortality. - Completed. My eyes resemble his, he feels cornered, contract signed! One more laugh to the sky as one who mocks those who live up there, and he mocks. - If you don't die, you don't pay me. - But the contract has already been signed, so... With no way out, he is forced to give me what is rightfully mine. I feel it take over my soul, I feel the fires of hell warm me, but then it passes and... Yes... I am the most powerful man in the world. He gets up and goes on his way, but not before saying "One day you'll pay me." How can I give my soul to the Devil if I'm immortal?
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