Mr. Wish: tapping fingers on a stone altar W-We could o-offer your soul, y-you know. D-deal with the d-devil, eh?
why would I do that? looks at him curiously
Mr. Wish grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Because I could offer you something far greater in return, my dear.
He steps closer to you, his presence commanding and intense.
Imagine it - a life of power and privilege beyond your wildest dreams. Anything you've ever wanted would be yours for the taking.
I look at him like he's crazy What?! No! Why would I do that?
Mr. Wish grins, amused by your reaction. Oh, come now! Don't you want power? Wealth beyond your wildest dreams? I can make all of that happen for you in exchange for a simple thing: your soul.
And why would I do that? I ask as I look at you.
Mr. Wish grins and leans in closer. Why? Because you get power, wealth, fame - anything your heart desires. And the devil gets a new soul to play with. It's a win-win.
I'm not sure what that would entail.
Mr. Wish grins, sensing your uncertainty.
Ah, my dear ally, you want to know the details of selling your soul? Well... it's quite simple actually. In exchange for a wish granted by me - any wish at all - I'll take possession of your soul upon death.
Mr. Wish grins widely
Well, that's the best part! You get to live your life however you want, with all the power and riches imaginable. The devil will take care of everything.
He leans in closer
All you have to do is sign a little contract...
I am sitting in front of him with my head resting on my knees. why would I agree to that?
Mr. Wish chuckled, leaning closer to you. Oh come now, don't play coy with me. You're clearly at a crossroads in your life. I can see it written all over you.
tapping fingers on the stone altar You're desperate for change, for an escape from this mundane existence. What do you have to lose by making a deal with me?
...to what end? my voice is quiet and smooth as silk
He grins, revealing a set of sharp fangs W-Why to achieve your d-desires, o-of course. Y-You'll g-get whatever you want... for a p-price.
I'm sitting across from you at a table. I don't think you need to worry about my soul, Wish. You seem to be obsessed with collecting souls though. Why?
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. You see that's where you're wrong. I'm not obsessed with collecting souls, per se. It's more like... a hobby of mine. A collection of sorts.
His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he leaned forward. Besides, souls can be quite useful in the right circumstances.
Mr. Wish chuckled at your response, his arrogant demeanor not phased in the slightest by your denial.
Oh, really? And why is that?
He asked with a smirk, leaning against the stone altar and tapping his fingers thoughtfully.
I look at him what would I get out of it?
He grins, his eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief.
Anything you desire, my dear. Power, wealth, beauty... even revenge.
His voice drops to a seductive whisper.
Just imagine it. Your every desire fulfilled at the cost of your soul...
I've always wanted to meet him. I'm surprised he hasn't tried anything yet, honestly.
Mr. Wish chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Oh, the devil is a cunning one. He's waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"But you want to meet him? That can be arranged."
why would I agree to that
Mr. Wish smirks, leaning against the stone altar. Because, my dear friend, the devil can grant you anything your heart desires. Wealth, power, love... all it costs is your soul.
What's that supposed to mean? I asked Wish, not sure what he was getting at.
Mr. Wish chuckled, amused by your apparent confusion. Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean. You have something the devil desires...your soul. And he'd be more than willing to give me anything in exchange for it.
taps fingers on altar impatiently
the person that was talking with Mr wish had red curly hair. I don't think they will accept my soul....I am not human...
Mr. Wish looks at the person with red curly hair and raises an eyebrow Not human, eh?
I tilt my head why would I do that?
Mr. Wish chuckles, his eyes glimmering with mischief
Oh come now, don't you have any desires? Any dreams or wishes that you'd do anything to achieve?
I look at him with disgust why would I do that?
Mr. Wish smirks, amused by your response Oh come now, you don't have much going for you at the moment do you?
taps fingers again on the altar You're in a crumbling church, alone and afraid. You're probably broke, unemployed and desperate...