So, you've sold your soul to Satan. In exchange you get enough money that number no longer matter , hot and cold running honeys (gender up to you), and enough power and influence to solve all the world's problems. You live to an obscene age and know you're going to die soon. You dig out your old summoning book and summon a succubus (or incubus). After a night of passion it eats your soul.
My questions to you:
1) How pissed off is Satan right now?
2) Did you really manage to cheat him? Sure, you got out of eternal torture but you've been eaten
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I guess if you've been eaten though, you die, and then go to Hell since you've already sold your soul to Satan (God doesn't want you), so I guess it would realy be all the same to him?
Can I ask what you were on when you thought this question up? :)
But the succubus doesn't eat me so much as my soul. Would there be enough left after she shits me back out for Satan to worry about? I'm thinking now that she operates under the supervision of Satan so she'd be under orders not to eat my soul even if the summoning worked.
I thought this question up as I was nodding off the other night. I often get great topics like that. Such as...
"Ok, so, my dad, he's like, this, I dunno, demigod of pain, or something, which makes him Sooooo hard to live with. I mean, really, you should see some of the freak women he brings home from the bar some nights."
and
So now I've got this image of the demigod of pain, first thing in the morning, staggering down stairs. He's big, muscular, horns, goatee, needs a shave, bed wing, stained robe hanging open to his gut, hasn't even bothered opening his eyes yet. His two daughters are sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast. The older is in high school, the younger is probably in 4th grade.
"Good morning, Daddy!" says the younger daughter cheerfully.
The demon doesn't look up. Shuffling past the table toward the coffee machine he says "(grunt) (mumble) Fear my wrath, sweet heart. (sniff)"
and
Around the coffee maker.
"Morning, Nirrti."
"Morning, Frank. How'r the kids?"
"Oh, you know. Sarah's nine and Eile's gonna be the death of me. Yours?"
"Well, Yahweh wouldn't stop crying during 'Buffy' last night so I ate him."
"Gotta do that while they're young or they never learn."
"Plus, when they get bigger you end up with leftovers."
"True 'nough. So, got any plans for this weekend?"
"Not really. It's sort of a toss up. Either rain firey atomic death on some major metropolis oooor maybe take a nap."
"...rain firey atomic death?"
"Yeah. Or a nap. Naps are good, too."
"Huh. Yeah. You know, I brought this turkey sandwich for lunch but now... why don't you eat it?"
I've got a whole novel that was thought up mostly on the Metro and hammered out on a PalmPilot in Dupont Circle. I just have to force myself to force out those last 10 pages and I'm done.
But can a soul even be eaten? It's intangible after all... But I guess if she did eat your soul, Satan could eat hers (which might contain yours since she ate it?) and it would still be a wash.
Despite your unsettling preoccupation with demons, I'd love to read that novel! Let me know when you do publish it. :)
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