Disclaimer: Heh heh heh... no.
L is for Luck
John Rider swallowed nervously as he stared up at the Devil. He was sweating from the intense heat burning up from the pits of hell but the Devil seemed cool and composed, twirling his forked tail around his fingers in a bored fashion. John tried not to think about his thirst as he cleared his dry throat.
The Devil looked down at him, frowning angrily. "So, you want me to grant your request, for nothing in return?"
John swallowed again. "Well, yes, I mean, that is to say, no?"
The Devil laughed; a high, tinny sound that grated on Johns' nerves and made him take a step back. The Devil noticed and laughed harder. "You've got guts! Coming down here, without an invitation and alive as well..." The Devil clicked his fingers and a list appeared in a puff of smoke. "Let's see here..." He grasped the end of his tail and licked the tip before holding it over the paper and writing a few notes. "Yes, well... mhmm.. Alright. Well. It seems that I'm down on my good will services that St. Peter insists I provide. Can't argue with the higher ups you know!" The Devil laughed. "Get it?" He pointed up. "Higher ups?" John laughed nervously. The Devil kept chuckling to himself, shaking his head as he studied his sheet. "So, I guess, since you've entertained me so much, and believe me," the Devil leaned forward as if he was whispering a well guarded secret. "There is very little to entertain me down here." He winked. "I guess I can grant your request."
He whistled and a little puffball bounced forward from a hole in the cave wall that John hadn't noticed before. A tiny arm emerged from the little creature and it handed the Devil another sheet of paper. The Devil licked the tip of his tail again and wrote a sentence on the sheet. He held it out to John. "Just sign here and you shall have what you wished for." John approached anxiously and looked down at the sheet of paper. The Devil held out the end of his tail and John took it, grimacing inwardly at the slimy, scaly feel. He signed his name and the Devil smiled, signing The Devil in big swirly writing. The paper disappeared from the room with a loud pop and the Devil leapt to his feet. "From now on!" He announced in a loud voice. "You, John Rider! And all of your descendants shall have... THE LUCK OF THE DEVIL!"
And he began to laugh as John was guided out of the main cave by the same puffball that had handed the Devil the sheet of paper.
AN: Sooo... what did you think?
