[ WP ] You sell your soul to the Devil in exchange for immortality , but on your way out of Hell , you misstep and fall into a bottomless pit .

`` How's it going?'' 
 
 You look to your right. 
 
 There he is, the horned bastard. 
 
 `` You worm! Is this your doing?'' You scream, flailing your arms in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. 
 
 He laughs, assumes a more comfortable position and lights a pipe. 
 
 You tire yourself after a while and ask `` How long have I been in here?'' 
 
 `` This is the realm of souls, time is not really a useful concept here.'' 
 
 `` That's not very helpful'' 
 
 `` Yeah, well...'' he pauses, releases a cloud of smoke, you catch yourself feeling euphoric over this change of scenery ``... it's kind of my job, being NOT helpful.'' 
 
 `` FUCK YOU!'' you scream. And face away from the Devil. 
 
 `` Listen mate, I just realized, that since you're here, immortal and all, I do n't really have and use of your soul, see my point?'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` Soooo, I thought we could we make a dea-'' 
 
 `` NO!'' you shout `` I'm not dealing with you anymore!'' 
 
 `` Hey, come on buddy, do n't be like that.'' 
 
 You remain silent. 
 
 He gives a sigh. `` Fine, do what you want, I'll give you some time to think about this. See ya.'' 
 
 `` Wai-'' You try to stop him, but he's no longer there. 
 
 After a while, you wake up from the shock of sudden loneliness, you escape into your thoughts, deep inside you know that, sooner or later, you'll give in. But for now, you can at least dream.
