Stingy Jack

“Saints preserve us,” Jack muttered.  “Ye are….”

“Lucifer.  The Devil.  Satan.  Take your pick.”

“But it can’t be.”

“Oh but it is.  I came here today to remind you of our contract.  I upheld my end of the bargain.  Now I own your soul.”

Panicked, Jack suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.  When trying to trick the stranger, the stranger had, in fact, tricked him.  Not believing in the existence of a soul, Jack had sold it off for a mere pint of drink.

“Enjoy this life,” the devil said.  “For when it’s over, a new one awaits.”





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