The old church had lost its roof centuries ago.
Sean sat where the altar had once stood while Eljara read from a page in her hand.
“So where’s the trick?”
“What trick?”
“It’s an infernal bargain. There’s always a trick.”
Eljara folded the page.
“What if there isn’t one?”
Sean stared at her.
“That’s considerably less comforting.”
There is a comfortable version of the devil.
He lies.
The contract hides a clause. The wish twists. The promised power fails when you need it most.
The lesson is simple: you should never have trusted him.
Eljara shook her head.
“Too easy.”
“What’s the alternative?”
“He keeps his promise.”
Perhaps the money really saves your home.
Perhaps the forbidden knowledge is true.
Perhaps the power really protects your family.
Perhaps something comes to you when your daughter is dying and says:
I CAN SAVE HER.
Sean’s expression changed.
“Can it?”
“Yes.”
“Definitely?”
“Yes.”
“And the price?”
Eljara smiled faintly.
“Now you’re negotiating.”
That is what makes infernalism in the World of Darkness interesting.
Whether we look at infernal bargains, Demon: The Fallen or the Baali, corruption does not always need to invent a wicked desire.
Sometimes it only needs to discover what you already want badly enough.
Safety.
Knowledge.
Freedom.
Revenge.
Power.
Someone you cannot bear to lose.
And the first price need not destroy you.
Perhaps it is small.
A favour.
A secret.
A promise.
You pay.
The miracle happens.
Nothing else goes wrong.
Sean frowned.
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“That’s horrible.”
“Exactly.”
Because now you know something you did not know before.
IT WORKS.
The first time, you gamble.
The second time, you remember.
Perhaps the next price is higher.
Perhaps now someone else gets hurt.
Perhaps you must surrender something you once swore you never would.
But yesterday you said:
I WOULD NEVER DO THAT.
Today you have to say:
I WOULD NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.
Those are not the same thing.
Sean looked towards the broken altar.
“So the trick is that the price keeps rising?”
“Not quite.”
“Then what is it?”
Eljara stepped through the ruined doorway.
“You keep expecting the devil to betray you by breaking his promise.”
She glanced back.
“What if he betrays you by keeping it?”
No flames followed them.
No laughter echoed through the church.
There was no need.
The bargain had worked.
And somewhere in the darkness there was now a door that Sean knew could open.
The first bargain proves that the impossible has a price.
The next time you need a miracle, you already know where to knock.
THE MOST DANGEROUS PROMISE MAY NOT BE THE ONE THAT DECEIVES YOU.
IT MAY BE THE ONE THAT KEEPS ITS WORD —
AND TEACHES YOU TO COME BACK.
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THE DEVIL KEEPS HIS PROMISE
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