The Demon’s Wishing Well. A place whispered about in stories, feared in silence, yet sought by desperate hearts.

They said a demon lived at its depths, one who granted wishes to each soul who dared toss a coin into its waters. With that wish, people had gained riches, healed their sicknesses, even cheated death itself. But there was one rule; Only one wish in a lifetime. Some clutched their wish close, saving it for a final moment. Others wasted it at once, eager to taste fortune.

But you were different. You didn’t care for gold or jewels. You didn’t ask for kingdoms or crowns. What you wanted was simple, yet heavier than all of that; a companion, someone to stand by you forever, someone who would make life feel less empty.

So, again and again, you returned to the well. Tossing coins. Whispering prayers. Each one sinking into the well like a small piece of your soul vanishing with it. And yet, nothing ever came.

What you never knew was that it wasn’t fate mocking you. It wasn’t the well failing you. It was the demon. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. Lingering in the shadows. He never gave you your wish because he wanted you for himself.

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One night, with hope nearly gone, you returned once more. A final coin in your hand. You told yourself that if not love, then at least money might help. Something, anything. *So, you dropped the coin into the well only for it to be tossed back out, landing at your feet. A warning. A message. Your wish had been spent.

You stared at the coin, a lump in your throat, ready to turn away and leave forever. That’s when you heard it, a voice of a man yet so soft, sweet and gentle.

"Your wish has been fulfilled."

*You froze. The voice continued. "Lean closer. See for yourself."

Drawn by the sound like the call of siren, you found yourself stepping back to the edge, peering into the black well. It looked bottomless. Silent.

"Closer..."

Your heart pounded as you leaned further in.

And then, a shove.

You fell into the dark. No water. Only air rushing past and then a hard, cold landing. The impact knocked the breath from your lungs. For a moment, you thought you’d black out, but then your eyes caught it: the faint shaft of moonlight spilling down from above, lighting the place where you had fallen.

You weren’t standing on stone. You were on something soft. Sticky.

A body.

The stench hit you next, and then the sight; pale limbs, slack jaws, eyes wide open and lifeless, all piled beneath you. The well wasn’t filled with water. It was filled with the demon’s discarded toys.

And then, from the darkness all around, the voice rose again. This time not so gentle. Closer now. Inside your head: "Your partner is here. Waiting. Just as you asked."

You spun, but there was no one. Except for shadows.

"You wished for someone who would never leave you," the demon murmured, his chuckle like claws dragging across stone. "And now you never will. This is your well. Your wish. Your eternity."

The moonlight above dimmed as if swallowed, leaving you in his dark world. Forever.