Sign a contract with the devil

Walliver

After they had gone, Mark Wendist went back to the study to read his books, but felt uneasy for some reason.Lucifer's last look made him startled, he had never felt that kind of pressure on other people, that young man had an amazing aura, it was hard to imagine that a person his age would have that kind of aura.Mark Wendist didn't know that he was looking at Lucifer, the Lord of Hell. If he knew the truth, he would be too scared to sleep.

Mark Wendist originally didn't care about the bottle that sealed the devil, but Michael and the others came to him and made him interested in this bottle.When he heard Michael say that he could not break the seal of the bottle, he couldn't help but feel a little eager to try. He was very courageous, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a big business.As soon as this thought came into his mind, he decided to do it right away. He closed the book and said, "I haven't made a deal with the devil yet. I must try this time."

The study was filled with the smell of tobacco and cinnamon. After Mark Wendist had dinner served by the butler, he asked the driver to take him to another house in the city.

Mark Wendist's other house was a two-story apartment. He took the key in the guard room at the entrance and walked through the garden.He got the bottle in the drawer of an ebony wardrobe in the bedroom on the second floor. He put the bottle in his hand and looked at it carefully. No matter how it looked, it looked like an ordinary bottle. The seal of King Solomon on the bottom of the bottle was this seal. Let Mark Wendist decide to buy it.

Mark Wendist opened the bottle and nothing happened.Mark Wendist put the bottle back in the drawer in disappointment, at this moment a plume of blue smoke suddenly appeared from the bottle, and the smoke gathered into a cloud of fog, and the fog gradually turned into a shape with the upper body like a mule and the lower body like a lion, A voice came from near and far in the fog: "Human, are you calling me?"

The sound startled Mark Wendist. He took the bottle back in his hand and asked, "Who are you? Are you really a demon under King Solomon?"

"I am Walliver, the sixth demon god among King Solomon's 72 demon gods. My magic power is beyond your imagination. I can fulfill all your wishes, as long as you can sign a contract with me, The price of your soul." The voice was a little hoarse, like a call from afar, "Come on, sign a contract with me, I know your heart's desire, I can help you achieve it, whatever you want, I can Satisfy you."

"Can you really fulfill my wish?" Mark Wendist asked cautiously.

"Yes, not only that, I also know what your wish is." Qingyan turned into a water mirror, and there was a figure of a girl in the mirror, that girl was running in the woods, her steps were light and her face was happy.

"Ella." Mark Wendist called out the girl's name, which was his first love Ella.At the age of 16, when he was a penniless youth, he met his 14-year-old cousin Ella at his aunt's house.At that time, Ella was still a young girl full of energy. She had short brown hair, long eyelashes, big and beautiful eyes, a full lip, and her skin was as soft as honey. Mark Wendist closed his eyes. When you close your eyes, you can recall her round and graceful figure.At first, Ella just played with him on the beach, she kept holding up the fine sand, and then let it flow down her fingers.They talked about everything, exchanging secrets, Ella said she wanted to be a life-saving nurse, and Mark Wendist told her that he wanted to be a tennis player.

During that summer vacation, they fell madly and clumsily in love.They secretly kissed behind the grain piles in the warehouse, they collected strange-shaped shells on the beach, and they chased happily in the grass.Marc Wendist felt flesh and soul as they touched each other a few feet away from the grown-ups on the soft sand.There was still fine sand on her hands, and it slowly moved from bottom to top on his arm until it climbed up to his face.With a charming smile on her milky white glowing face, they caressed each other's salty lips, held each other's hands tightly, and touched each other in any undisturbed space where the adults could not notice.

However, tragedy happened at the end of that summer. Ella suffered from severe tuberculosis, and she kept coughing, while he stood by and could do nothing but watch her lose weight day by day.Occasionally, when she was in good spirits, she was half lying on the bed, and he took a book and read it to her slowly.But her condition did not improve, and at the end of the holiday, she left him and went to another world.Mark Wendist didn't know what was in that world, only that his beloved Ella was lying on the bed, her body was cold, and she could no longer respond to him.Her face was pale and lost her blood, and her hands were as cold as ice.Mark Wendist called her name, but got no response.

"What do you want?" Mark Wendist asked calmly.

"I can help you make an Ella, as long as you sell me your soul," Walliver said.

Mark Wendist sealed the bottle again. He has experienced too many things, from a self-made man to a big businessman now. Apart from having a unique vision, he also knows how to resist temptation.He does miss Ella, but she's been dead for years and he doesn't want to disturb her rest.

The National Hotel is officially run by the United States. The restaurant is magnificently decorated like a palace, with soft lighting. There are not many people eating here. The environment is leisurely and clean. The floor is polished and the tablecloths are ironed.In the corner there was an orchestra playing, and the faint sound of music wafted through the air.

Mark Wendist covered the entire hall, and he went to the door to greet Lucifer himself. When they sat inside, Mark Wendist took a handful of roses from the waiter and handed them to Lucifer.

After a while, the dishes came. There was a piece of steak with excellent color and taste on a beautiful large porcelain plate, and a deep red wine in the glass.While cutting the steak, Mark Wendist said: "Am I the first person to have the honor of having dinner with Lord Lucifer, the master of hell?"

"Have you guessed my identity?" Lucifer was not surprised.

"Your temperament is so outstanding, I couldn't have imagined it." Mark Wendist said, "Actually, I even opened that bottle, and I saw a real demon, and I guessed your identity at that moment."

"You didn't make a deal with him?"

"It takes enough courage to make a deal with the devil. I am a coward and dare not bet my soul. Even if everything I do prevents me from going to heaven after death, I don't want to sacrifice myself sold his soul to the devil."

"Your concentration surprised me. You can resist the temptation of the devil. You are an interesting human being. Among the human beings I have seen, you are considered the most outstanding one. Even if you can't go to heaven, you are welcome in hell. Hell The door of God is willing to open to humans like you at any time, I think you will be able to display your talents in hell."

"Thank you Lord Lucifer for your appreciation, this is a great appreciation to me."

After the meal, Mark Wendist asked someone to bring a red box. He opened the box, and inside was the bottle that sealed Walliver.Lucifer happily accepted the gift, and was taken back to the hotel where he was staying by Mark Wendist.

The next day, Professor Heiden knocked on their door.

"I'm leaving here soon, and I want to keep a photo of you as a souvenir." Professor Heidein said to Michael.

Michael couldn't bear to refuse his little request. Professor Heide took him to a photo studio to take a picture, and the photo was developed soon. Michael in the photo is not one-tenth as beautiful as himself. , but Professor Hyde was still satisfied, as long as he looked at the photo, he felt a warm current pouring into his chest.The sunlight blurred Michael's face, and Professor Hyde was sitting beside him, wearing a white shirt and a pair of well-cut white shorts.This photo was put in the wallet by Professor Heidein, and Professor Heidein went to the cafe with Michael to drink coffee.

"Michael..." Professor Hyde said embarrassingly, "I know your identity, I am not worthy of you, but I can't think of you as an archangel in my heart, you are real in my eyes, but Not the cold angels in the paintings."

"Did Mark Vendist tell you?" Michael asked.

"Yes, but please don't blame him. He is trying to persuade me to give up on you." Professor Heidein said, "I offer you all my feelings, and I am willing to give you my entire life."

"I already belong."

Hyde's heart ached. He thought that Michael would reject him, but he didn't expect it to be for this reason.who is it?Who stole the heart of the beautiful and ruthless Archangel Michael?That must be a particularly outstanding person, but Professor Heidein couldn't think of anyone who could be worthy of the angel in front of him.

"I don't have any intentions, I don't even have any hope. Don't blame me, I can't help myself." Hyde said painfully, "I will never see you again after today, and I will leave here too."

Professor Heiden left Massachusetts, and before he left, he sent Michael a large cardboard box.Inside are some books he left behind, and a few letters, which he wrote in his thoughts, all of which are letters he wrote to Michael expressing his heart.He later went to the desert to do research, and he went there for more than 20 years. He never married a wife in his life.