“I’m not the fool,” she says, signing the contract. “You are. Nothing supports the existence of a soul or afterlife.”

“Atheists,” the Devil chuckles before disappearing. “Like the blind telling the sighted there are no colors.”

The smell of brimstone, lingers.

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