New car. New house. New job. The demon shook with laughter. Two thousand years and nothing had changed.
There’d been a time when they’d been bound and summoned for power. For knowledge. That time had come and gone. Now it was … stuff, it thought derisively. As if stuff would help them down below, in the fires.
Beautiful, power-filled souls exchanged for shiny whitegoods. They didn’t even believe anymore, but that was the beauty of it, they didn’t have to believe. The ‘magic’ they worked damned them to a Hell they’d convinced themselves didn’t exist.
It was a wonderful joke.
