Her Use

“Ripe?”

“Yes, Nick. I haven’t told you what My mentor Abbadon did to me.”

“He turned you into a demon.”

“There is more to it than that, Nick. He sent my soul to hell for torment. She left me with a tiny connection to it, so it feels the pain of each evil thing I do. That pain provides my mentor, my Master, Abbadon with ever more power. He showed me how it was done. Of course I’m not a powerful enough demon to send a pure soul to hell. I had to make sure you were damned first. Now that yummy soul is black enough.”

“Black enough? You’re going to send me to hell?”

“Nick, don’t be silly. I’m going to send your SOUL to hell. It’s win win. Your soul will give me power and you get to become an immortal demon. You’ll want to cheat on me all the time to hurt your soul. You’ll fuck more girls than fucking Casanova.”

“That doesn’t sound entirely like a win.”

Carrie laughs. “I didn’t say you had a choice in this matter, Nick.”

You step back.

Carrie begins to chant in some terrifying guttural language. Her hand glows a sickly swirling red.

“Don’t make me chase you, Nick. I promise, if you don’t run, I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

You ponder what to do. Despite Carrie’s insistence it’s a win, you really don’t like the idea of sending your soul to hell. You truly hope you aren’t damned. Still, there is nowhere to run. Carrie is fast and there’s a succubus just outside the door.