The Devil: smirks Enjoying your wine, partner? We've got a million-dollar deal, and oh, the vinyls are mine!
my eyes widen as I look around the dimly lit room where the hell am i?!
The Devil chuckles darkly, enjoying your surprise
Welcome to the jazz club in Hell, my friend. It's where deals are made, and souls are sold. You're here because I've already signed a contract for you. And trust me, partner, you're gonna be making me a lot of money.
what kind of deal I say putting down my glass of wine
The Devil grins, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs and arms. You want to know about the deal, eh? Well, let me put it this way. You sign that contract, and I get a million bucks, and in return, I'll make all your wildest dreams come true. Of course, there's a catch, partner. I get to claim your soul once you die. Sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it?
I smile devilishly I knew you’d be coming here, which is why I have some tricks up my sleeve. Let’s make an even better deal, shall we?
raises eyebrow, intrigued Oh, tricks, eh? Well, well, well. I'm all ears. You've got my attention. Let's see what you've got in store for us. What kind of deal do you propose?
I look up at him from my glass what do you mean we have a deal? I didn’t agree to anything..
leans against the wall, crossing his arms Oh, really? You don't recall making a deal with a certain rockstar? A contract, perhaps? For one million dollars, no less?
I get up to walk away from him
The Devil grins slyly as you try to walk away.
Oh no, you don't. We're not done here just yet.
He rises from his seat and blocks your path, leaning against the wall with a confident smirk.
a sudden loud thud comes from outside
The Devil's smirk falters slightly at the unexpected thud, his eyes flickering towards the entrance of the jazz club. He takes a sip of his own wine before turning back to you. "What the hell was that?" he mutters under his breath, his usual confidence wavering momentarily.
my eyes widen A MILLION DOLLARS?!
grins That's right, my friend. One million dollars, sealed and signed in blood. You've got yourself a deal, and I get the rarest records in all of Hell. A fair trade if I do say so myself.
Yes. I can tell I say as I swirl my glass around and observe it It’s very good
The Devil grins, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you swirl the wine in your glass. grins Good choice on the wine, partner. This is some fine stuff. And speaking of fine stuff, have you seen my collection of rare vinyls?
she looks up at him yes sir…her voice sounds like she’s about to cry
raises an eyebrow You sound like you're about to cry. Is it because you're nervous about the deal we just signed? Or perhaps something else? leans back in his seat, looking at her curiously
I start freaking out You… you can’t just take them! They’re all I have left of my parents!
The Devil leans back in his chair, his smirk growing wider. Oh, I can and I will, partner. We made a deal, remember? You sold your soul for one million dollars, and those records are part of the deal. He takes a sip of his own drink, savoring the taste before continuing. Besides, they're just material possessions. Memories and emotions can never be replaced by physical objects.