[ WP ] A boy makes a deal with the devil for a [ certain power/ability/technology ] , vowing to give him his first born son when he 's an adult . Now it 's the future and a successful young man is visited by the devil claiming his dues . One problem , he does n't realise he 's had a child .

`` Wait, I have a child?'' 
 
 The Devil stood in front of the young man, both of them dressed in the finest suits money could buy. The Devil wore a pure black suit, with a red tie firmly pressed against his shirt. The young man wore a grey suit, with a stripped black and white tie loosely flapping against his open blazer. `` You mean, you do n't know?'' 
 
 `` That I had a child in the last fifteen years?'' The young man shook his head, `` No, I did n't.'' 
 
 `` Well, you do.'' The Devil pulled an old and dusty scroll from his suit pocket and pulled it open, `` Apparently she's eight years old, named after her grandmother, excelling in almost every field, just like her father.'' 
 
 The young man stifled a chuckled, `` So you made it genetic?'' 
 
 The Devil let the scroll burn in his hand as a grin grew across his face, `` Of course I did! You asked me for the ability to master any field! I gave it to you, by giving you the genetic processes inside your own body!'' The Devil seemed to take pride in his work as he looked at the young man up and down, `` Making it genetic seemed the best way to do it, besides, I knew once you did have a child the genes would pass on from you to them!'' 
 
 The young man stared at the Devil in front of him and then looked to the ground, `` Where is she?'' 
 
 `` Oklahoma.'' 
 
 `` She's eight?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Her mother?'' 
 
 `` Died in a car crash just a few days ago. She's staying with her aunt and uncle.'' 
 
 `` What was her mother's name?'' 
 
 `` Savannah.'' 
 
 The name hit the young man like a brick and he fell backwards into his chair. He recollected his thoughts as the world around him rushed back to nine years ago, when he was just a kid, when he was only nineteen. He was leaving Oklahoma for the first time in his life, after getting quite a few big scholarships to the most prestigious schools in the country, he had chosen one to continue his studying. Savannah, or Annah as he called her, was his high school sweetheart, a beautiful, kind and loving young woman who could n't leave her home town behind. She was going to community college and he was going away for up to ten years, he told her he would back. 
 
 He promised her they would grow old together, promised her that he would come back and show her the world. And before he left, they had spent a night together. Before they left, Jacob thought, they had conceived a child. 
 
 `` Annah is dead?'' The young man choked on his words and he continued to stare at the floor in front of him. 
 
 `` I'm afraid so Jacob. Death delivered her to my door just a few days ago.'' 
 
 Jacob shook his head, trying to make sense of the situation he was in. He finally put it together, over the years, every time he offered to fly Savannah out to him, she denied and said she had people to take care of. Jacob assumed she was talking about the hospital, as she worked as a nurse, but it finally made sense. She was taking care of Elizabeth, the daughter he never knew he had. 
 
 `` You have to give me some time with her.'' 
 
 `` That was n't part of the deal, Jacob. I just came here to notify you of the collection.'' 
 
 `` The collection? You took her already?'' 
 
 The Devil nodded, remaining calm under Jacob's rising voice, `` I did. She's doing exceedingly well at the school I placed her in.'' 
 
 `` You bastard! You took my only child!'' 
 
 `` You signed a contract.'' 
 
 `` I was eight! I did n't know what I was signing away!'' Jacob stood up and approached the Devil, `` You have to let me see her!'' 
 
 `` You had eight years to see her,'' the Devil said, growing by the second. `` You had eight years to bond with her, to show her the world, to give her a life.'' 
 
 `` I did n't know she existed for Christs sake!'' 
 
 The Devil's size doubled, `` Do not mention that name in front of me! You signed a contract that was sealed the moment I gave you that power that put you here. You gave away your daughter the moment you conceived her so do not think you can play, Jacob.'' The Devil's skin grew red as the tie seemed to turn to fire. `` You have the power to do anything Jacob, I suggest you do not try and go to war with me.'' 
 
 Then he was gone, in an instant the fire and heat that was surrounding Jacob's room vanished; and the cool air of the building's vents took over once again. Jacob was left standing alone in his office, his hands clenched into a fist. He wanted his sweetheart back, but he knew she was long gone. Jacob turned around and stared at his computer. 
 
 His sweetheart was gone, but his child was still alive and well, albeit under jurisdiction of the Devil, but alive. Jacob nodded as he pulled the contract he had signed over fifteen years ago out of the desk drawer. He knew that somewhere, hidden between the cracked pages there was a loophole, something that allowed him to gain custody of his daughter again. 
 
 Jacob pressed his finger to his phone as he slammed the contract on his desk. 
 
 `` Mr. Sharpmen, what can I do for you?'' A young lady answered through the phone. 
 
 `` I need you to book me a flight to Oklahoma, leaving tonight. And get Gregory to pack all the essentials at my home.'' 
 
 `` May I ask why?'' 
 
 `` I'm taking a personal vacation,'' Jacob released his finger off the button and nodded as he stared at the contract in front of him. It looked as if it was burning, and it was hot to the touch, but he had learned much in the last fifteen years. Not everything is as it seems. 
 
 `` I'm coming for you, Eliza,'' he whispered, `` Daddy is coming to get you.'' 
 

