Well, there you have it, not much to look at, but it does tend to frighten away many of those who seem to delight in coming to the front door in order to attempt to sell you stuff, up to and including a very dubious notion of an afterlife so bland, dull and humourless it makes you prefer a posthumous fate with all the charm of having your liver eaten by an eagle for all eternity.
Still, it is one of the advantages of making the pact with the devil, providing you can find a crossroads where the traffic lights let you hang around long enough for him to turn up. What with him being so busy arranging bankers bonuses, expense schemes for politicians and all the other things he has marked in his diary, it is a surprise he even has time for his demon-hire business.
Still, at least, he does – eventually - turn up, unlike some other supernatural beings I could mention. In particular, the one who buggered off as soon as He’d got this bodge-job of a universe up and running; leaving water leaking from the skies all over the place, lava appearing though all the shoddy cracks in the planet surface and far more insects than are really necessary.
Stick with the devil you know, that’s what I say, even if the demon-rental terms can be a bit steep. However, like I said, it does cut down all those annoying cold-callers, and what is the price of a mere soul compared to peace of mind like that?
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