The Demon's Deal - Night of Walpurgis

One week had passed since I sold my soul to the demon. Nothing fancy happened—I just kept living my boring life.However, a strange mark appeared on my chest that night. He said it was proof that our deal was sealed. A glowing scar, shaped like an ancient rune, right over my heart. It pulsed faintly when I touched it like it had a heartbeat of its own.Power. Fame. Wealth. Knowledge. Love.He offered me all of it, yet I hadn’t encountered even a sliver of any. I was still struggling, still stuck in the same corporate hamster wheel. No lightning bolt. No sudden enlightenment. Not even a lucky scratch-off win.I still lived in my hideous studio apartment. The rent was high, but the place was terrible. The wallpaper peeled at the corners, and the ceiling flaked more with every passing month. Street noise bled through the thin walls, and I could hear my neighbor’s TV like it was playing inside my room—some awful soap opera rerun with laugh tracks that made me want to claw my ears off.Even

After Paimon vanished into thin air, I dragged myself back to work. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could finally eat. Delivering mail to every single employee in the building wasn’t a small task—it devoured hours of my day and most of my energy.By the time I wrapped up, it was already four in the afternoon. That was usually when I took my lunch—if you could even call it that.Before heading back to my desk, I slipped outside and bought food from a nearby stall. One sad slice of pizza, a scoop of coleslaw, and a lemonade packed with more ice than liquid. Still, it was enough to quiet my growling stomach.This was the only break I had left. One hour until the end of my shift—my tiny sliver of peace.But even while chewing on that rubbery crust, my mind couldn’t shake what happened earlier.Paimon had made it very clear: I was damned.The words echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t scrub out.What if Gusion showed up again?What if Paimon did?Would he think I was talking to Gus

An hour passed before Paimon’s screaming and the violent shaking of the apartment finally stopped. The silence that followed was eerie—unnatural, like the eye of a storm. I figured his rage had settled, at least temporarily. I needed to move fast. I had work to get to, and no demonic tantrum was going to make me late.After a quick shower, I stood in front of my walk-in closet, towel wrapped tightly around me, still dripping and tense. I threw on a plain white v-neck tee and skinny blue jeans, dressing with mechanical urgency. My white sneakers—trusty Air Max—were perfect. If things went south, I needed to run. Fast.I knew he was up to something.He had stopped his rampage too suddenly, like he was trying to lure me into a false sense of safety. As if I’d just walk out and stumble into his trap like some idiot. Did he think I was stupid?Please. I may be naive, but I’m not brain-dead.So I had a plan. The moment I opened the door, I’d bolt straight for the exit. No hesitation. Just pu

Watching Alice sulk after her grand little gesture flopped was nothing short of delightful. I followed her back to the park, casually strolling behind her like some ominous shadow with an agenda. It didn’t matter how little money she gave those vagrants—it was never about the amount. It was about her lifespan. The more she chipped away at it, the closer she got to me.She probably thought she’d get some kind of spiritual reward. Maybe she expected respect from the homeless. Maybe she fantasized about being worshipped like a saint. Whatever twisted little motivation she had, I didn’t care. I knew they wouldn’t appreciate her so-called kindness. No one ever does.When we returned to the park, I spotted her immediately—laughing and chatting with the group like she was one of them.Idiot.She reached into her envelope and began handing out bills. One by one, they lined up like pigs at a trough. Alice beamed at them, utterly oblivious to how shallow the moment was.Once the envelope was emp

Alice-----It’s been two weeks since Paimon gave me ten million dollars.Even with all that money, I rarely used it for myself. Most of the time, I gave it away to the homeless or to people who genuinely needed financial help.Not just anyone, though. I didn’t hand out cash to people who already had their basic needs covered—like those with houses, three full meals a day, and a comfy bed to sleep on. I mean, if you have that much, you’re already kind of rich in my book. Sure, they might need more, but my priority was always those who were truly struggling just to survive.There’s a strange kind of happiness in helping. Seeing genuine smiles on tired faces... it made me feel useful. Needed. I knew other people liked helping too, but sometimes it felt like they only did it for praise. Like they needed something in return. That’s not real giving. That’s just feeding their ego.People like that shouldn’t bother helping at all.Speaking of egos... Paimon’s been acting really weird lately.