Offer For Your Soul.

A Short Story.

“They told me you would come...” She said

She could see the figure out of the corner of her eye.

She dared not look.

With all she had heard about him.

With all her mother had drummed into her ears growing up, she knew better than to look the devil in the face.

“They did.” The figure said, “Look at me.”

She stood still, shaking her head in defiance.

She would not look at the devil.

She would not look at the devil.

“So, you were expecting me, but you won’t look at me. I believe visitors are treated better.” He spoke again, in response to her actions.

His voice was so silky. She didn’t know what she had expected him to sound like. Grating nails? Screeching cats? She did not know.

However, she had not expected the devil to sound like he could soothe a baby to sleep and get a girl to drop her pants in record time.

‘Look at me.”

This time his voice carried. It seemed like it was coming from just right beside her.

Against her better judgement, she turned.

He smiled.

She was face to face with the devil and he was handsome.

He looked like a man she would have appreciated on the road.

His hair was cut in a close crop style.

His skin was dark and it glowed.

He wore a shirt and a jean, his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands folded across his chest.

She felt a gust of lust and attraction rush through her.

The prince of darkness pulled at something primal inside of her and it responded.

But when she looked into his eyes, the fear came.

It rushed through her dark and hot.

She could see the fires of hell reflected there and she almost fell to her knees trembling.

But in an instant, it was gone.

“So Motunde, what does a good girl like you want from the devil?”

“You know.” She replied, “They have told you.”

“But I’d rather have you say it.”

“I want it all.” She said, “I am tired of trying when it seems like nothing is working. I am tired of listening to my mother yap on and on about God’s plan and about how Jesus…”

She hesitated.

She said the name. His knee did not bow.

“Oh, go ahead. It’s about the who. In your mouth, it holds no power.” He said, waving his hands to urge her to speak

She went on.

“And now, she is sick, and her Jesus can’t save her. I want to be rich. I am tired of being dirt poor.”

“Wealth.” He said, “You all ask for wealth. I could give you beyond wealth. I could give you power, fame and influence. Do you want that Motunde?”

His hands reached out and titled her face up to him. In his eyes, she saw all she could ever desire.

“What If I took that voice and made it famous? What if I gave you songs that will hold your listners spellbound? What if I opened doors for you in this world beyond your wildest dreams?”

She saw it. She saw everything he said reflected in his eyes. She saw the crowds. She heard the screams. She saw herself on stages she had never even dared to dream about.

“I want it. I want it all.” She said

“And you can have it. Just belong to me. Turn your back on your mother and her God. Give me your heart. Proclaim my name. Identify as mine.”

His words began to play a litany in her head. He was no longer holding her face. His hands were stretched out to her, beckoning. In his eyes, she saw all that he promised. She reached out…

The phone began to ring.

Her wristwatch began to buzz.

On the screen it said, “Mom calling…”

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Author’s Note: Dear Believer, Remember Jesus’s word in Mark 8: 36-37 “For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?”

“Everytime you make choices detriment to the vitality of your soul, you are selling it. Whatever you gain at the expense of your soul, you have lost it.” - Apostle Emmanuel Iren.

Charge for the week: Your soul is worth much more, your job, career, relationships are all important but not at the expense of your soul.

“Your soul will always be the most important commodity you have. Whatever you negotiate, make sure your conscience is not for negotiation.” - Apostle Emmanuel Iren.

Sermon Recommendation: Enemies of Purpose by Apostle Emmanuel Iren.

With Love,

Bisola.