"So, what do you say? You sell me your soul, and I'll sell you mine."

Lucifer stared down the squirming man. Sweat stains were manifesting under his pits, whilst his heavy breathing only got damper. He was fiddling with his fingers nervously. He tried his best to keep eye contact with Lucifer the entire time, but would always succumb to glancing at his feet.

"So, Bradly, is it?" Lucifer asked. "Don't answer, I don't care what your name is. You wish to sell me your soul, to become the greatest salesman of all time. And to prove you're such a great salesman, after the trade, you'll get me to sell you my soul. Correct?". Lucifer loomed over the man, his charcoal breath seeping out his fang-ridden mouth.

"Ah..Ah yes, correct! You do have a brain in between those two horns!"

"Don't DARE insult my honor boy!". Lucifer roared forward, gripping Bradly in his talons.

"You have honor?" Bradly murmured out, swallowing spit. Bradly's gut was churning violently at this point.

Lucifers maw turned into a vile grin. "You've got massive balls to insult the Devil to his face, Bradly. Let's make this bargain then. You sell me your soul, then you can convince myself, to sell you, my soul." Lucifer was gesturing his claws towards Bradlys hands, asking for a handshake. Almost instinctively, Bradly clamored at his outwards claw, shaking it.

There was no magic light. No ceremony of fabulous status. Just a simple flick of their wrists, and with that, Bradlys soul belonged to Lucifer.

"So, convince me Bradly. Why should I sell you my soul". Lucifer stared forward anticipating the speech.

"Well, you see". Bradly's sweat marks were beginning to clear up, as his throat opened. "You should sell me your soul for a very simple purpose. Multiplicity."

"Multiplicity?"

"You sell me your soul. Easy right? Then I'll convince the world to sell you their soul. With this gift of the gab you've so graciously given me, I could sell a drowning man water. We've got a Soul Mine called Earth. You'd be dumber than a fallen Angel to say no to a deal like this". Bradly face contorted into a grin that Lucifer himself was proud of.

"Oh my" Lucifer stated dryly. "All that for the low-low price of my soul? Seems far to easy. Let's sweeten the pot. For my sake. If you can't convince the world to sell me their souls, in the time frame of say... the lifespan of my soul in your hands, then you are condemned to Hell. How's that sound?".

"What do you mean exactly by, condemned to Hell, Lucy?" Bradly inquired.

"The second my soul no longer exists in this mortal realm, you are plunged deep into the stomach of Hades. For eternity. With those powers you have now, should be easy to make it that time though, yes?"

Bradly laughed with a smug undertone, whilst shaking his head. "Oh Lucy, It'd be a piece of cake. So what's say you shake a poor sinners hand? Did I convince the Devil to sell his soul?". As the last words left Bradlys mouth, he outstretched his hand, leaving it dangling in the air.

"Sell you my soul?" Lucifer gripped at Bradlys hand tight, as his eyes and mouth began to curl downwards. "I merely let you borrow a piece of the damned".

Fire erupted from underneath Bradly, as demonic hands, claws, whips and talons gripped at his legs. Heat and agony seeped into his bloodstream, as the minions of Hell dragged him into Hades.

"You said I had as long as your soul was alive in my hands!" Bradly cried out, choking back tears.

Lucifer walked over to Bradly. For a split second, the Devil almost pitied the man. That was before he let out a bloodcurdling laugh. The booming voice and vibrations echoed the ground, and to Bradly, it felt as if it echoed the air itself. "You're not wrong. But their is one important thing you forgot to think of. A little clause in the contract if you will. A minor factor".

Lucifer flung out his arms. With each claw, he impaled Bradly's shoulders, and pushed down slowly. Bradly looked forward at his face and saw his mouth, breaking into a gigantic smile. With one more rapid movement, Lucifer plunged Bradly deep into Hell. Lucifer proceeded to kneel down at the hole left in the ground, before it closed up, and yelled out to Bradly.

"I don't own a soul. And If I did, trust me, it would be long dead".