Deal With the Devil ...Part 1 ...Selling My Soul

I’ve done it all and I’m bored.

I was never afraid of raising Cain and never believed my actions merited points redeemable in heaven or hell.

And as for demons, they didn’t scare me. I saw them not as guardians—just celestial civil servants sent by You Know Who to oversee Who Knows What.

I went back to the land and started my own quiet revolution—growing pot and financing not a few military juntas.

I gathered my own rag-tag militia of malcontents.

We were designing several mock-ups of military ICBM’s for North Korea, so they could continue their charade of rattling their sabres and pretending they had overwhelming weapons of mass destruction—when in fact, they had squat.

Oh, I know it all sounds tawdry, but unless Screwtape vacated his chair in hell, I had to raise as much mayhem as I could here.

—Otherwise I’d be bored.

“Simon, you can’t be serious—the US will run you down like they did Bin Laden and—this is a best case—they’ll lock you up in Guantanamo where the sun don’t shine.”

Eli’s my second in command—but the power goes to his head sometimes and he struts around in military uniforms taken off the backs of dead Russian generals—and those duds didn’t come cheap.

“Why not take me serious, my friend? I’m for sale to the highest bidder.”

“Yeah, well if they start sending in drones, I don’t want to be party to your collateral damage.”

“Nonsense. Our little band of revolutionaries are off their radar and I’d think it’d cause quite a stir to violate another country’s sovereign air.”

Eli always asks such indelicate questions.

Still, he has a point.

I’m in a most vulnerable position and could be the target for CIA death squads.

The thought began to worry me.

What to do—what to do? I mused.

Suddenly, I had the answer.

Insane as it sounded, I'd have Valdes, one of my most corrupt allies, summon the Devil for me.

Valdes had taught me all the black arts, but he himself was so limited.

Ever since I could remember, I hated being bored.

I’d spend hours perusing books and challenging the limits of conventional knowledge. But now, even that bored me.

When I first met Valdes, he opened for me the realms of the occult. My mind expanded and I was filled with enthusiasm to embrace it all.

But as I said, the man is limited. His only further use to me was to get me an interview with the Devil himself.