“So you don’t want to sell your soul?”
I glanced to the cupboard under the sink, where a small, annoying imp looked at me like a prime piece of sirloin.
“No,” I said, firmly. “I am quite alright, thank you.”
“It’s just…no one’s ever refused the money and power before,” the imp whined. “And then I tried the classic lust route and even that didn’t work!”
I tried closing the door, but all it did was POOF on top of a shelf instead. I sighed.
“What’s so good about my soul, eh?” I asked.
The imp shrugged. “Collector’s value?”