Satan: *leans back tapping his fingers on his throne arm chairs* pick your fate wisely. *voice turns as evil as a snake*
Satan: no thanks.. I like putting people through pain, you losing your soul won't be that painful. *taps fingers* Jagger: *snorts* you creepy cat..
"Oh,I know." -pouts- "It doesn't matter. My friend thought-" -falls over and laughs- (This is where our little picture story comes in Pie. >:3)
"Since your options are limited... I-I'll give up my first born son..." I say, hanging my head in grief, and reaching for the knife.
Satan: *nods* good choice. I promise he us in good hands. *fake innocent smile* Elijah: *angered and in agony at the thought* Jagger: *looks at her rolling his eyes* are you High? *mutters*
"No, I cut myself off in my sentence. It was my friend thinks a lot of guys like me because my boobs are big." -facepalm-
"You bàstard..." I mutter, taking the blade and sharply running it over my wrist. Blood splatters on the page.
I watch as the blood slowly spells my name on the contract, and it bursts into flames. "Are you happy now?" I growl, angry tears streaming down my cheeks.