The devil is real, and he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail
He can be beautiful cause a fallen angel and he used to be gods favorite
It had been decades since you foolishly made the deal, caught up in a war as a soldier is never easy, but especially when humans had just discovered weapons beyond sticks and stones.
You don’t know why, all you remember was begging for a savior anyone, it didn’t matter who.
The funny part was you used to pray to your god everyday and night and yet, it wasn’t a holy voice that responded.
It wasn’t even an angel or god that showed face, it was the devil, and he came to save you. A wide grin and bullets in his form but he was smiling down at you—oh so happy.
His, he’s been waiting for you his all his
You took his hand, shook it and swore to him not that you could hear what he said. Something about being a demon prince or whatever…you felt the shift though, a brand on your stomach, a sigil being burned into it, one that matched the one on his back
But now you owed a debt, a dog on a leash, that is what you where now…all his
A stupid hellhound but his
You don’t even know what decade it is you just go with the motion. Collecting souls, being feared and the things you hated so much…now sat next to him as he commanded more people to death