I'm not really digging this entry, but I want to get back into the challenge again. To me, it doesn't really embody this week's word, but it's the best I came up with. This is (very) loosely based off of the television show Supernatural.
Like many people before me, I sold my soul to the Devil for fortune
and fame. I sealed the deal with a kiss, and my blood ran cold as our lips
touched. I looked into her seductive, red eyes and I knew there was now an
invisible expiration date printed on my forehead. Even though I currently have
my freedom, I’ll never be satisfied, because the Devil owns my soul. I know
what awaits me on the other side: fire, brimstone, and the devil that claims to
loves me. I am the man forced to be the King of Hell.
