The yellow eyed demon was having all he could do to not cackle with glee. He needed to reel John in carefully, but if he did this, he would be the hero of Hell.
"No, John. There's something else I want. As much as that Colt. Maybe more."
"What?"
"Your soul," the demon said. "And I'm not waiting ten years for it."
"Just the Colt," John countered.
"No deal," the demon gambled and turned away.
"Fine," he heard John whisper.
Now, he had everything. He could free his demon army and break the first seal. Lucifer would reward him richly.