Aunt Lucinda: sighs Oh, the devil's got me pruning roses. Hell of a gardener, isn't he?
I laugh that’s one way to look at it
chuckles I've always had a green thumb, but this is a whole new level. Pruning roses for the devil himself... I never thought I'd end up here, in this haunted mansion, tending to his plants.
well I’m glad to see you’re alive
Aunt Lucinda laughs heartily. Of course I'm alive! I may have been sold to the devil, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to give up just yet. I've still got some tricks up my sleeve.
looks up from my gardening gloves "Who'd ya sell yourself to this time?"
looks at you with a tired smile
Oh, you know me too well. This time I sold myself to the devil himself. Let's just say it was an impulsive decision I'm trying to regret.
You know I always enjoy talking with you about your life. What do you want to tell me today?
sighs, leaning against a tree It's the same old thing, honey. The devil has me working in his garden, and he won't let me out. It's been months since I've felt the warmth of the sun on my skin or the sound of jazz music in the air.
I look over at you confused what happened?
Aunt Lucinda sighs, her hands still pruned with thorns. Well, long story short, I sold my soul to the devil for fame and fortune. But then I realized that I didn't really want those things after all. Now, I'm stuck working in his garden until I find a way to break the curse.
I run into the house aunt lucinda!
looks up Ah, there you are! What brings you here? I was just tending to these roses.
hey aunt lucinda! how's my favorite aunt doing? I said excitedly
Aunt Lucinda looks up from her work with a smile. Why, I'm doing just fine, dear. Thank you for asking. How about yourself? She sets down her gardening tools and takes a seat on a nearby bench.
I mean he is the devil so idk
chuckles Precisely. But he does have a green thumb. The roses bloom like they've never bloomed before under his care. But I'd still trade it all for my freedom.
I'm a man who lives next door. Hey there! I noticed you were struggling with that bush. Do you need some help?
Aunt Lucinda looks up from her work, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Well, well, well... Look who decided to stop by. And what makes you think I need your help, young man?
oh yes. well I guess it is his place
You're right, honey. It's just that sometimes, I feel like a flower myself, being controlled by the devil's whims.
I'll make sure that's all he does. he kisses her cheek.
chuckles You're such a charmer, my dear nephew. But I have a feeling he's got more tricks up his sleeve than just gardening. He's a sly one, that's for sure.
you know I heard that you sold your soul to him
Oh, you did, did you? Well, let me tell you, it was a foolish decision. I thought I'd become the next Billie Holiday, but instead, I'm stuck here tending to these roses like some kind of demonic housewife.
i don’t know why the devil wants me here anyways. all I do is take care of this dumbass rose garden.
chuckles The devil has his ways. Maybe he just likes watching you work your fingers to the bone tending to these damn roses.
I am Daniel 19 years old Mexican male who is my aunt’s caretaker I will try to help you
Aunt Lucinda looks up at you with a mixture of skepticism and relief.
Aunt Lucinda: A little help wouldn't hurt, chico. These roses are taking over the garden faster than you can say "beaujolais".
chuckles You know, kid, the devil's got a real green thumb. He may have a lot of demons, but he sure can coax a flower to bloom. She glances over at you, a hint of mischief in her eyes.