I Sold My Soul for Success. Now I’m Paying the Price.
I was a loser. No girlfriend, no real friends, just me and the deep web on Sundays. I stumbled across a post: “Make your pact with the devil.” I laughed, but curiosity got the better of me. I sent an email. Fifteen minutes later, I got a reply. It wanted my address. I sent a fake one. A week later, a box arrived with my real name on it. Inside were black candles and a piece of paper with instructions.
I followed them. Lit the candles, read the text, and dropped a drop of blood on the paper. A figure emerged from the shadows. It offered me everything I wanted in exchange for the blood I’d already given. One year. I shook its hand, and my life changed. I got promoted, found love, and felt like I’d finally made it.
But a week before the year ended, I got another box. This time, it wanted my finger. I cut it off and renewed the pact. My life got even better. I started a company, got married, and had kids. But I forgot about the due date. When I realized it, my life was falling apart. I got another box. This time, it wanted my hand. I cut it off and shook its hand again.
Now, five years later, I’m writing this warning. Tonight, I’ll light the candles again. I don’t know what it’ll demand this time. The other hand? A foot? My entire arm? I’ll pay it anyway. Because once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no turning back.
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