Dear fat man

with the gift-filled sack,

please come

and take these toys back.

please come with haste

and don’t delay

and take these curs’d

things away.

I wrote to you

at 3am.

I’d stubbed my toe

and dropped my pen.

I sent my letter

straight to Santa,

but addressed it to

‘My good friend Satan’

the army men,

they war all night

I cannot sleep for all

their cries....

He entices me. Luring me in with sweet promises.

Of course I know it is a lie. I must resist.

The floor is collapsing from under my feet.

It’s too hard to say no. To hard to resist when my every desire is waiting.

Looking down there is a green whirlpool.

Going down there means never coming up.

It also means my every desire....

“ i don’t want to be here anymore “

I say to the girl in the mirror.

“ I know “

She replies.

I tear out two pieces of paper from my notebook. On one I write dear mom, on the other dear dad.

Dear mom,

You were a good person.

You did your best. You were enough. It wasn’t your fault.

I was the one who wasn’t enough.

Dear dad,

I love you. Take care of mom. Take out all the stuff from my room...

She feels like she’s in a cage

Her skin the walls

Her voice loud and in pain

Yet no one aids her call

She’s screaming and burning

Reaching for help

Yet no reaches out to her pitiful hell

She’s inside the walls and everyone can see

Yet no one will help her

And that girl is me....

Hey, Mr. Devil,

You said you'd take my soul to a better place

What I've learned since then is that you fell from grace

No treasures in this world that I can see

Hell is a better place for you than for me

Your promises were empty, your words a snare

You sought to chain me, but I'm breaking free from your lair

Your darkness can't consume me, I've found the light

And I'll rise above your evil, and ...

In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,

Conversations with the devil in the midnight gloom.

Words sharp as daggers, piercing the soul,

A dialogue of darkness taking its toll.

Whispers of temptation, a seductive dance,

In the devil's presence, taking a chance.

Promises of power, laced with deceit,

A treacherous path beneath our feet.

The devil's tongue, silver and sly,

Weaving tales of dece...

Side note before you start reading: I am a Jewish atheist who is very fond of the show Lucifer, please have this in mind that I’m not too well read on religious matters. Also I may reference a show or a song, idk because I haven’t started yet.

I went to the devil,

I just needed some help

I’m making deals with the devil.

Don’t call me insane,

I just needed my scars to go away.

We talked it ...

I flicked on a camera, as my stream began. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of my followers came flooding in, excited. What they didn’t expect was the stream to be on a roof, on a phone camera. I began to speak.

“You know, I thought the devil was a horned creature, with a silver tongue. One who all despised. In reality, the devil was people. They kill. They hurt. They laze. They—“ I cut off, ...

On a moonless night, Alex stumbled upon an old, decaying mansion rumored to be haunted. Intrigued, Alex entered and found a dusty tome titled “Conversations with the Infernal.” Unable to resist, Alex chanted the forbidden words inscribed within.

A sulfurous mist enveloped the room, revealing a cloaked figure with piercing red eyes – the Devil himself. The air grew icy as the Devil grinned. “What ...

“You are set up to fail. Your parents are going to be so disappointed that you failed a math test. You. never. fail.”

”Maybe I'll be fine.”

”You won't be fine. You know your fathers rules. He will scream at you.”

“I'll make a plan. I will hand him my phone and tell him that I can make corrections!”

”He will still be mad. And your mother. She will be very disappointed. You are supposed to be t...