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The Visitor

by Marlon Bradley 2 years ago in fantasy
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An Unexpected Visitor Could Potentiality Change Her Life

It was just a normal Sunday when the doorbell rang, waking her from her nap. She flung open the door and locked eyes with the devil himself. He stared into the windows to her soul for what seemed like an eternity, then with a charming smile on his face, he asked if he could come in. Before she could answer, he pushed past her and entered her home. “Come on in,” she said under her breath as she closed the door. She followed him into the living room and watched in amazement as he snapped his fingers and the room was magically cleaned.


“You know what they say,” he quipped as he took a seat in her husband’s favorite armchair, “Cleanliness is close to... well, you know the rest.” That sly smile spread out across his handsome face again as she let out an uneasy chuckle. She sat down on the end of the couch furthest away from him and hugged a throw pillow nervously. “So how has literary success been treating you?” he asked as he crossed his legs and leaned back in the armchair. She let out a heavy sigh. “Seems to me that I more than kept up my end of the bargain,” he continued, “Unless you think that you wrote 4 consecutive bestsellers on your own.” She leaned back and clutched the pillow harder. If there was one thing she couldn’t accuse Lucifer of, it was not keeping his word.


It had been about 5 years since they met in the research section of the Atlanta Public Library. She was struggling to come up with a solid story idea and was in fear of her publisher dropping her. She was at the end of her rope, that’s when she did something that was completely out of character for her. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and prayed to God. Or at least she thought  was praying to God. As she sat there sending her wishes into the atmosphere, an odd smell filled the room. At first, she couldn’t really place it. But after a few moments, it hit her. It smelled like struck matches. And expensive cologne. As the smell filled her nostrils, she opened her eyes. In front of her sat the most breathtakingly handsome she had ever seen. 

“So you’re having some trouble getting past your writer’s block,” he said, then the corners of his mouth began to curl. She stared at him for a moment, trying to connect with the eyes behind the Ray-Ban sunglasses. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you?”

“Let’s just say that I’m a huge fan,” he replied smugly as he peered at her over the top of his glasses and flashed her a million dollar smile.


By now, confusion and curiosity were running rampant in her head. But what the hell, maybe it’ll help to talk about it. It sure as hell can’t hurt. She leaned back in her chair and nodded her head. “I’d give anything for a good story idea,” she exasperated.

“Anything you say?” He removed his sunglasses and leaned forward. She nodded. The stress of trying to come up with a topic for her novel had hit its apex. 

“Hell, I’d sell my soul for a bestseller right now,” she continued with a chuckle. His gaze intensified. 

“I have an idea for a novel that I would be willing to give you,” he said. She sat straight up in her chair. What’s the catch? Nobody gives anything away without expecting something in return. “I wouldn’t ask for any credit, I just want to be compensated on the back end if the book is in deed successful,” he continued.


She stared into the handsome stranger’s face for what seemed like an eternity. “How much are we talking? What would consider successful?” His long fingers intertwined as his perfectly manicured nails almost sparkled in the overhead fluorescent light.

“You said a bestseller was worth your soul, let’s make that the benchmark and the price.” At that moment, room around them faded away and it suddenly got much warmer. “So do we have a deal, my dear?” A sinister smile pushed his cheeks up to his eyes as he stretched out his flawlessly manicured hand. Although hesitant, she reached out and gave his hand a firm shake. Instantly, they were transported back to the research section of the library. He stood up from the table and started to walk away. Before he could get away, she reached out and grabbed him.

“What about the story idea,” she inquired. He simply replied, “Check your email.”


Here they were again, multiple years and bestsellers later. He had more than kept up his end of the bargain, so now it was time for her to do the same. They say in silence for a moment, the tension in the air grew thicker by the second. At that moment, her 7 year old daughter came running into the room. She was completely oblivious to her mother’s guest at first, but that changed almost instantly. She turned to face the handsome man sitting in her dad’s favorite chair. Her first inclination was to approach him, but something made her stop and retreat to her mother’s embrace.

“Honey, this is mommy’s...” she paused, trying to find the best way to introduce her daughter to the devil, “work friend, Mr. Damien.” Beelezebub leaned forward in the chair and flashed that million dollar smile at the little girl. Although hesitant, the little girl politely greeted “Mr. Damien” before returning to the warmth of her mother’s embrace.

“Go play, baby. When me and Mr. Damien are done talking, I’ll fix you breakfast.” She gave the little girl a kiss on the forehead and a light pat on the backside to send her on her way. The little girl slowly backed out of the room, never taking her eyes off of her mom’s guest. Once they were alone again, Lucifer returned to the business at hand.

“So about repayment,” he said, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knee. She sunk down in her seat on the sofa and squeezed the throw pillow even tighter. She took a moment to reconcile her perceived fate. She asked for a moment to say goodbye to her family. Before he could respond, there was another knock at the door. Then a kindly looking older man dressed in all white white appeared.

“I figured I’d let myself in, didn’t wanna disturb you two.”

Lucifer let out a heavy sigh. He was hoping to conclude his business without any further interruptions, especially from Him. She sat there staring at the 2 well dressed men in her living room, waves of confusion washing over her.

“Are you who I think you are?” He nodded and smiled. “Yes my dear, I am God.” Then He turned His attention towards his longtime adversary.

“Hello Gabriel, you look good. Is that Brioni?” He extended His hand towards the devil. Lucifer rose from his seat and crossed the room in one swift motion.

“Yes it is. I wish I could same the same for You. Isn’t the all-white look just a little played out?” He firmly gripped God’s hand. “Now if you don’t mind seeing yourself out,” he continued, “We have some unfinished business to tend to.” He tried to pull away from God, but couldn’t.

“It’s funny you mentioned your business, that’s why I’m here. You can’t have her soul.” The devil tried again to release himself from God’s grip. And just as before, he failed. God flashed a toothy smile and gave Satan’s hand a gentle squeeze, which dropped him to his knees. Then He leaned in close and whispered, “For eons, I’ve put up with your petulant behavior with the patience of Job, but I grow tired of playing these games with you.” He let go of his hand and the devil slithered back to his seat. “Consider this matter closed, leave this place and never return!” At that very moment, lightning ripped through the bright, sunny sky outside.

“But we had a deal,” Lucifer whined, “That agreement must be honored in full!”

“I HAVE SPOKEN!!!” The bass in His voice reverberated off the walls of the room as more lightning shot through the morning sky.

The devil scrambled to get on his feet. Although he wanted to challenge God, he decided not to. Instead, he calmly responded, “I’m still owed a soul. If I can’t have hers, I’ll take the husband. Or the daughter.” She began to sob hysterically.

“You’ll do no such thing,” God bellowed, “You’ll leave this home empty-handed while I’m gracious enough to allow you to do so.”

Reluctantly accepting defeat, the devil let out another heavy sigh and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The room filled with the smell of sulfur and brimstone. “Insolent child,” God murmured. He turned to face her.

“You’d be wise not to give away things that don’t belong to you, my dear.” She softly nodded her head. Then God vanished in a flash of white light.

When the light subsided, she was sitting in the library. Just then, a handsome stranger approached smelling of struck matches and expensive cologne.


About the author

Marlon Bradley

I'm just trying to tell the stories I want to hear. I consider myself to be a true lover of the English language, and I'm here to put that love on full display for the world.

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