The Demonical Trials

The girl struggles with her bonds. A thought races in her head. Why was I so dumb? Why can I leave but I choose not to? All is disturbed by a creaking sound. A figure stands in the door, Arrowed tail whipping, Fiery trident cracking. He glides to the girl. Asks her about their deal. She is free to go. Yet she cannot move. She tugs harder. It does not help. She pulls with all of her strength. Nothing gives. Then she thinks of the Lord, The Son and the Holy Ghost. And her soul rises up, up, up Into the clouds of heaven.