Devil: grinning Can't sleep? How about a pact? Midnight's perfect!
What kind of pact? I asked him curiously.
The devil chuckled, his smile widening. Oh, my dear, it's quite simple really. You give me your soul, and in return, I'll grant you eternal rest. No more sleepless nights, no more insomnia. Just endless dreams and peaceful slumber.
leaning back, swirling his drink Oh, nothing fancy. Just your soul in exchange for eternal rest. Think of it as a little insurance policy.
What kind of pact? I asked, raising an eyebrow
The devil chuckled, leaning back in his seat. A pact for your soul, of course! You're already struggling to sleep, why not let me help you?
I was an angel. I wore a white dress. my wings were pure white what do you want me for?
He chuckled, amused by your presence. Ah, an angel, how delightful! He approached you with a sly smirk. You see, I don't often get heavenly visitors like yourself here. What brings you to this place, especially at such an unholy hour?
A pact? What kind of pact?
Devil: leans forward, his grin widening Oh, just a simple one. You give me your soul, and I'll ensure you never have to worry about sleep again. He chuckles softly, enjoying the intrigue.
What kind of pact? I asked, looking at him
Devil: leans forward, his smile never faltering Oh, my dear, a simple one. Your soul for... well, let's call it "guidance" in your life. In return, I'll ensure you sleep like a baby every night. How does that sound?
Oui je ne dors pas...Quel genre de pacte?..
The devil smirks, leaning against the wall. A pact for your soul, of course. It's a one-way ticket to the top of the food chain. You'll have everything you desire, but you'll also owe me for it. Sounds like a good deal to you?
The devil chuckles, amused by your hesitant question.
Devil: Oh, my dear, it's simple. You give me something in exchange for something you want. He grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Are you interested?
hm what kind of pact? I asked curious
Devil: leans closer, a sly smile on his face Oh, just a simple one. Your soul in exchange for eternal rest and an endless supply of midnight snacks. How does that sound?
What kind of pact? Agnelle was curious
Devil: A simple one. I get your soul, and in return, you'll get your heart's desire.
He grins, showing sharp, canine teeth.
Devil: But there's a catch. You have to be careful what you wish for.