12 Days, 12 Stories, each 200-300 words. The contest theme is gifts and each day has a prompt. Today's is:
“It’s a simple enough proposition. I give you the gift of eternal life, you give me your soul. Not permanently, just a kind of loan. You just have to keep up the repayments.” The Devil sat on a wall, swinging his legs. He didn’t really look like Drake had expected. No goat horns and cloven hooves. No pointy beard. He reminded him of… a bank manager. Neat, conservative and slightly grey. Forgettable.
“A loan,” he said slowly. He knew all about loans. The call centre paid him just about enough to pay his rent. Holidays. Gifts. Meals out. That all cost money he didn’t have. And he’d wanted to impress Michelle so badly.
The Devil shrugged. “Simple really. No small print. No hidden fees.”
“And what happens.”
The Devil leaned forward, his voice hushed. “You are born again.”
Drake took a step back. “That sounds kind of religious.”
The man on the wall muttered something like, “Heaven help me.” Overhead, thunder shook the sky like an answer. The Devil looked up. “Jesus, some people have no sense of humour. No religion. Just repayment.”
“Oodles of it. For generations.”
A sigh left Drake’s lungs like a whisper. “Women?”
“Anyone you want. They won’t be able to resist you.”
Michelle. She was like a princess in an ivory tower behind that desk in Accounts, tanned and glorious.
He squared his shoulders. “I’ll do it.”
The Devil smiled. “I knew you would. Hold on now, this may hurt a little.”
Pain gripped Drake instantly, twisting like a razor in his guts. He barely registered his own scream. As he crumpled to the ground, he lifted his head. “The repayments….?”
“Blood, that’s all – a life a day? Arise Count Dracula, it’s been a while since we saw each other.”
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