The Devil tempts you with a promise to fulfill your greatest desires . He then gets depressed and mopey when you turn him down . [ wp ]

I saw his hands slowly move down and his eyes following the movement of the hands. He looked genuinely sad. I was ready to leave when he spoke: 
 
 - Ok. Can we hang out then? 
 
 What on earth's health was I hearing!? The devil himself was asking me to hang out like I was the coolest kid at school. I was surprised and vain at the same time. 
 
 I was ready to politely decline when he sighted. He's lonely - I thought to myself. 
 
 - I promisse I wo n't be a bore! we can skakeboard or something... 
 
 Little did I know this was his way to trick me into selling my soul. 
 
 He succeeded. 

