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Short Story: My Soul is Mine

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The surgery was not going well. I was awakened by the beeping machines and found myself staring down at my unconscious body on the operating table. I saw the outline of a doctor in a white robe working on my body. A young female nurse stood by a rolling supply cart containing a metal tray and instruments, bandages, syringes, and gauze. The smell of iodine and antiseptic wipes did not seem to bother them.

I looked up and saw a deathly specter standing across from me.

“Are you here to take me?” I said.

“No,” said the specter.

“Why are you here then?”

“I’m here for the young nurse.”

“How did you get here?”

Hard eyes stared at me. “I am the youngest son of Satan, King of Hell and Lord of the Abyss. Today is my birthday. I just turned 121. I asked him to let me come to earth instead of him to reap a soul but he refused. So, I sneaked by using a secret tunnel to Earth.”

“Do you mean the Exile gate that was created more than a century ago? I hate to tell you this but it's a one-way journey to Earth.”

“What? Who told you that?”

“An old Jinn who was imprisoned in hell for eons and only just escaped back to earth.” His shocked look was priceless. I almost felt sorry for him. “You’re stuck here.”

“What is the name of this Jinn? Who is its master?”

“You must know that a Jinn can assume different forms and has supernatural power. Now that you’re on earth, you might want to be careful what you say about him in case he hears you.”

“I just wanted to get out of hell for a while and have some fun. Do you think this Jinn can help me get back home?”

“I heard that he lives in an old home that has an abandoned darkroom with gems implanted into the plaster. Some say that he embedded parts of his power in the gems.”

“Where is this darkroom?”

“No one knows where it is. It won’t be easy for you to find it because unknown by many, every morning this Jinn tunes into the thoughts of millions of people as they wake up.”

“I am Sult, son of Satan. I can easily deflect any intrusion on my thoughts.”

“Looks like you’ve reached a stalemate, mate. You’ll have to find another way to get back home to hell.”

The smug expression on his face and his smirk vanished in an instant. He removed his black robe and handed it to me with his scythe. “It’s been 100 years since I last beat a Jinn in hell. This one won’t stand a chance against me,” he said.

“Good luck, mate.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“The hell I am. What are you going to do? Take my unconscious body to help you with the search?”

“Awake!”

With a violent jerk, I found myself back in my body, naked and standing by the hospital bed. I looked up and saw Sult's terrifying vision. My limbs shook and my breath wheezed. I said a silent prayer to God to put me back in bed even sick and in pain. I closed my eyes for a moment and willed the awful vision to disappear.

“I am still here, and you’re going to do as I say until I can get back to hell.”

“Your powers are beyond imagination; what do you think I can do for you?”

Sult’s specter seemed to grow larger and larger. His words rang in my head deafeningly, “I come from a family that has been cursed by the gods for having offended them. Wherever we go, people forget us. Any image that captures us will fade, and my name and my father’s name die on the tip of their tongues. Usually, this is a boon for us, but today it's a curse. Your soul is mine, I claim it.”

“Thank you but no. I have no idea how things work in hell but here on earth, a contract signed by a minor is not legally binding. I’m 16 years old and I’m keeping my soul.”

THE END.

Comments

manatita44 from london on July 11, 2020:

A beautiful piece, Liliane. Lovely!