“What do you want?”
“I want…glory. I want fame. And riches, riches beyond my wildest dreams. Oh, and beauty. Great beauty, the kind that inspires mesmerizing songs and astounding works of art. I want to love and to be to loved. I want to travel the world and see all of its wonders. I want children, lots of them. All happy and healthy, of course. I want to grow old, to the ripe, old age of one hundred, and to die peacefully in my sleep. I want to be happy.”
The demon hardly suppressed a sigh. It was baffling, really, just how much these starry-eyed people thought they could get for the meager price of a single soul. This job was exhausting on its best days and utterly vexing on its worst…not to mention that the benefits left much to be desired.
But the old, sinister creature was nothing if not professional. A thin smile graced his lips as he rested his piercing gaze on the ignorant, blessedly ignorant human before him.