[ WP ] You , an idealistic 20-something college student , offer your soul to the Devil in return for world peace . Much to your surprise , the Devil laughs at what he calls your `` selflessness '' , but says that someone has already made that deal . You ask to see how horrible the world was before .

`` I wish for world peace!'' I shouted for the third time, but the devil would n't stop laughing. I stood there for a few minutes while he collected himself. `` Looks like I win the bet, Azazel!'' `` Bet? W-what bet?'' I manage to stammer out. 
 
 `` You see, child, every so often humanity needs a sort of reset. Every peaceful era of human history has been a result of this wish.'' The Devil explained. Azazel, or at least the man I'd assumed was Azazel, chimed in `` We take bets to see how long it takes before someone does it again. He always wins.'' Pretty sadistic of them. Figures. 
 
 `` Does this happen often?'' 
 
 `` Never takes more than a hundred years or so.'' 
 
 `` When was the last time?'' 
 
 `` Come, child. I will show you.'' 
 
 The Devil snapped his fingers and I blacked out for a moment. When I came to, I was in what seemed to be an old school prison. It reeked of death. `` Where are we? What's with this sm-'' I threw up and the Devil laughed some more. `` Look around. Figure it out.'' So I did. 
 
 I exited the building and what I saw chilled me to my core. I saw train tracks surrounded by men in military uniforms. They were escorting some of the prisoners to the buildings. They shot the rest. The officers were Nazis. 
 
 `` Where are we?!'' I asked him. I was scared and disgusted. `` Welcome to Birkenau. This is Auschwitz 2.'' He said with an evil grin. He really was the Devil. I threw up again. `` Get me out of here! I've seen enough!'' `` Very well.'' He snapped his fingers, I blacked out again, and we were back at the crossroad. 
 
 `` So you are responsible for the end of WWII?!'' I was in shock. `` Yes. You see, you lot are perpetually ruining your own world. Sometimes it takes more time and more extreme situations to compel someone to come to me, but you always do eventually.'' I was starting to get a grip on myself. `` So if it was n't me, it would have been someone else?'' `` Correct.'' He answered. `` Someone else would have asked. It would have gotten done eventually.'' `` Well, in that case, o think I'd like to keep my soul and let someone else deal with this.'' I replied smugly. It was good to know it did n't have to be me. 
 
 `` You mortals are so selfish!'' He boomed, but I was n't scared anymore. `` I mean, yeah. Are n't you responsible for that?'' I quipped, proud of myself. He laughed. `` I've enjoyed this talk. Anyway, I'll reset the aggression again and Azazel here will collect your soul. 
 
 `` Wait! I said I changed my mind!'' I was panicking again. Could n't someone else deal with this? `` It's too late for that. The words have been said. Enjoy damnation.'' With that, he snapped his fingers and I was back in my hometown. There were drones flying overhead. One struck nearby and then everything went black. I heard Azazel whispering `` Do n't worry, the Americans and Russians have reached an agreement. Assad will be replaced shortly and all will be well here and elsewhere.'' I was terrified, but happy that my younger brother would grow up in a better world as it started to get warmer. 
 
 This is the first time I've ever written anything, but inspiration struck. I also wrote it on mobile. Be gentle.
