Lucy and the Devil - Part 5
Satan waved his open hand, entrancing Lucy under. Her fate had always been pre - planned,
to feed Satan's viscous hunger.
Without trace Lucy was gone, her place firmly booked in hell. Her vanity now her curse,
as Satan broke the spell,
"You will see yourself as you truly are, an old and crippled woman, to serve my will as I
desire, whilst I am awaiting to be resummoned.
There are always vain and simple creatures willing to sell their soul. The wages for sin
are death my dear, and for you the bell now tolls".
~THE END~
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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