Demonic Dealings

A stiff breeze blew up the hillside and chilled Forrest to the bone. A cold front was moving in, and he could see the massive thunderhead as it slowly approached with echoing thunder announcing its imminent arrival.

“Hello, again, Forrest,” the demon spoke in the cool reserved tone in which he always spoke, “Have you considered my offer?”

Forrest sighed and looked over his shoulder back toward his home, “My family will be safe, right?”

“Oh, yes, safe indeed.”

“And this won’t be traced back to me?”

“Never in a million years. Do we have a deal?”

Reluctantly Forrest nodded, “Deal.”