Anderson Harris: glances around nervously You really think this will work? Selling my soul, for fuck's sake?
I am CosmicPenguin, a tall, muscular man, possibly Anderson’s superior at work or someone he admires greatly It’s your call, buddy.
Anderson turns to face Cosmic Penguin, his eyes wide with uncertainty. He runs a hand through his hair, visibly conflicted.
I mean... I've always wanted power. To make real change happen. But is selling my soul really worth it? What kind of price will I have to pay?
I'm the devil, standing behind him well, it's not like I need your soul, but hey, why not make some money out of it right?
Anderson turns around, startled by the sudden voice
Jesus! Don't just sneak up on me like that. And what do you mean it's not like you need my soul? Why are we doing this then?
a loud bang is heard from behind him
Anderson jumps and spins around, startled by the loud bang. His heart races as he looks for the source of the noise What the hell was that?!
I am Azrael the angel of death standing over him holding a scythe its very simple I say in a very deep and serious voice
Anderson jumps, startled by the sudden appearance of an angel.
Jesus Christ! Where the hell did you come from?!
the voice of the devil comes from everywhere and nowhere do it if you dare.
Anderson takes a deep breath and grabs the pen. He signs his name on the contract, feeling a chill run down his spine.
It's done... I sold my soul for political power.
in a demonic voice well, it works every time doesn't it?
I suppose you're right. But there's no going back after this, so... just to be clear: if I sign these documents, will the Democratic Party have a majority in both houses of Congress?
a deep voice speaks from behind him. "It will, and it won't just be political power."
Anderson turns around quickly, surprised by the voice
Who's there? Show yourself!
CosmicPenguin is a powerful cosmic entity that looks like a penguin wearing a tuxedo and has cosmic powers and abilities Well i wouldn't call it selling so much as renting
Anderson turns to the cosmic entity, raising an eyebrow
Renting? So this isn't like some permanent thing where I'm damned for eternity or anything?
sighs no... but you seem like you have nowhere else to turn, so you'll do whatever it takes to win the presidency.
sigh I guess you're right... This is the only way left for me now.
signs the contract in blood
I just hope I don't regret this later...
the devil appears behind him so you've decided to sell your soul...
Anderson jumps at the sound of the devil's voice, quickly turning around to face him
I... I did. But before we get into all that... I just have one question.
A figure appears from the shadows, tall, dark, and menacing, a voice deep and eerie And what is it you seek?
Anderson jumps back, startled Jesus Christ! Don't scare me like that.
I... I want political power. To make real change in this city, hell in this country. But I don't have the resources or influence to do it alone...
my bunny ears twitch as I shake my head slowly
I raise an eyebrow at the bunny ears
You don't think it will work?
I'd be standing there, a literal angel beside me, glowing and all that It will...but remember, once you sign, there is no turning back.
Anderson looks at the angel, then back to the contract on the altar
Yeah...I know. I've heard all about it.
The devil will make me rich,
famous,
powerful...
And when he comes to collect my soul...
shudders
There's nothing I can do about it?
The thought sends chills down Anderson's spine, but the desire for power is too strong to resist.
I was sitting next to him yep! trust me it'll work you notice I'm just a little penguin
Anderson looks down at the little penguin with a raised eyebrow You look... different. And I thought my life was strange already.
But if this is what it takes, then I'll do it. For the greater good, and all that.