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Chapter 2
by Zeke69
Who Are you?
Jack Tompson, 46 year old man frustrated with life.
(Story thread will contain themes of Corruption, ****, Cheating, Impregnation, lesbians, mind break)
Jack Thompson sat in the bar at the airport and waited for something to happen.
Ideally his wife would come rushing into the bar, approach him with open arms and embrace him. Perhaps a series of kisses would be given, and verbal declarations of love would be exchanged. “Oh how I missed you,” she could have said. “Welcome back Honey,” would have also sufficed.
But as the minutes dragged into hours the possibility of that was slipping away. At this stage Jack would settle for his phone rumbling to life with an apologetic phone call, or light up with an urgent text. Alas, this too seemed unlikely.
Jack wondered if he was a fool. Sure, he had told his wife when his flight was getting in, and had taken her promise of picking him up at face value, but shouldn’t he know better by now? How many times over the last few years had his wife ever shown even the slightest hint of interest in his life beyond the money he brought into the household?
Hell, he had long suspected that she was seeing someone on the side. It would certainly explain her almost complete disinterest in sex with him and all those ‘girls nights’ out. It hurt him, and he knew that eventually he would have to confront her about it, but he wanted to wait until his youngest moved out before he turned his marriage into a nuclear hellscape.
Perhaps he could call or text his kids? They were both old enough to drive. But he dismissed that thought as soon as it came. His oldest, Eve, would be loath to do anything for him without the promise of cash and his youngest, Becca, was in the thick of her studying for her finals and he didn’t have the heart to tear her away from that just for his sake.
He sighed into his glass and threw back another mouthful of bourbon. It had been a six hour flight and he found that he didn’t even have the emotional strength left for frustration.
Eventually he would drag his sorry ass up and get himself an uber. But when he looked at the gloomy skies that threatened rain he found that he preferred to sit and let his drink warm him up a bit first. Of course, one drink became two and two became three.
“One of those days, huh?”
For a fleeting moment of drunken optimism Jack had thought the woman to be his wife come to take him home, but that thought died in its cradle when he got a proper look at the newcomer. Though she was dressed in an unflattering suit and tie that smothered femininity, she was strikingly beautiful. She looked perhaps thirty, with a heart shaped face that was framed by jet black hair tied into a long braid that hung over her shoulder like a lazy serpent. Her eyes were a hazel colour that seemed to almost glow yellow in the dim light.
Jack tore his gaze from her and looked into the contents of his glass. “Every day is one of those days.”
The woman tilted her head back. “Want to tell me about it?”
“I don’t want to be some sad sack wasting your time,” he looked at her again. She really was quite pretty. “You’ve probably got better things to do.”
“On the contrary,” she reached out and gently laid a hand on his arm, “you’re the most important person to me right now.”
He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about the woman that made him want to open up.
“Where do I begin?” He began listing off with his fingers, “My wife is probably too busy sexting her latest fuck boy to remember she promised to pick me up from the airport. Just another in a long list of ways that icy bitch has hurt me over the years,” he extended another finger, “my kids are a mess. My eldest is a selfish little bitch who doesn’t have a shred of sympathy for anyone else, who mooches off my money while having the audacity to call me a loser. And my youngest....” his voice softened a tad, “well...she’s a good kid. She’s smart as all get out and very kind, but she has no confidence. She lets everyone push her around and I just want her to do good, you know?”
Jack sighed and raised a final finger, “and then there’s my crummy job. Fourteen years I’ve been working there and I’ve pretty much reached a dead end. Upper middle management, that’ll be title have on my tombstone. And lemme tell you, I’m more than capable of doing the big stuff. But all these yuppie fucks see me as dull old Jack, over the hill and past my prime before I even got a chance to peak. Fuck me, it’s soul sucking.”
He rubbed his face, trying to clear the building frustration. “It’s just one thing after another, and there’s no goddamned respect...”
Jack took a few moments to collect himself, suddenly feeling ashamed of his baring his soul to a complete stranger. But when he lifted his head, he found that the woman was looking at him with broad, sympathetic smile.
“It sounds to me like you’ve had a rough go of it,” she lifted her face, and what scant light there was in the bar seemed to recoil. “What would you say if I offered you a little help?”
“Help?” He frowned at the word. “What, like, life coaching or something?”
The woman rocked her head side to side. “What I’m talking about goes a bit beyond you getting a pep talk and drawing up some goals to accomplish,” she leaned in close enough that he could smell her violet-scented breath. “I’m offering you the chance to actually change people’s minds. To alter the way they think and feel about you. Wouldn’t that sound fun?”
“I’m not sure ....I really get what you’re talking about.”
Something shifted in the woman’s eyes and everything around them grew silent and still. Jack looked about and felt his heart nearly explode in his chest. All around the bar people had paused their actions. It was like one of those YouTube videos he had seen, only he knew in some instinctive part of himself that there was no choreography at play here. He almost fell over himself when he saw the bartender frozen while pouring a drink, the liquor itself frozen part way out of the bottle.
“You know, me and my friends are always on the lookout for people in need,” she flashed him a reptilian grin, “and I think you could really benefit from my assistance.”
“What the fuck is this?!” he looked down at his drink then up at the girl, “did you fucking **** me? You crazy fucking bitch!”
Like a snake striking to catch its meal the woman touched his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh. His mind suddenly grew clear, the fear evaporating as visions of light, fire, ice, water, blood, and a thousand fluttering wings in an endless maelstrom consumed him. He gasped when she released her hold and yet couldn’t shake what he had seen. Was that...Hell?
“I’ll cut to the chase,” she gestured to herself demurely, “I’m a demon. One of many who find enjoyment walking in this wonderfully depraved dimension. And you, Jack, are my new favourite person.”
He recoiled in his seat, desperately wanting to get up and run for the hills. But somehow he knew that it would do him no good, that this being would follow him to the ends of the earth.
“What do you want from me?” He asked in a shaky voice. “My soul?”
There was a wave of dismissal. “I don’t care for your soul, or your blood or firstborn. Nothing so bland as all that,” she gave an expression that might have been an attempt at sympathy, but really came off as mocking. “I really do want to help you. It’s not fair that so many people overlook you, or mistreat you. So I can give you something that will....correct their thinking.”
Jack swallowed uneasily. “You mean...brainwashing? Mind control?”
“No, that’s like trying to perform surgery with a chainsaw,” she held out her palm, and a emerald flame danced in it, “What I offer is the power to...nudge people in the right direction. Nothing crazy, just suggestions, certain feelings that can correct their mindset.”
He stared at the little flame. “I’m not going to fuck with people’s minds,” a dozen Sunday school lessons flooded his mind and the tiny shred of dignity that hadn’t been worn down by life held firm. He frowned up at the She-Devil. “I might not be happy with life, but I’m not about to fuck other people over for my sake.”
“Then don’t use it on anyone,” she shrugged, “but still, I insist on you taking my gift. For a rainy day, at least.”
Jack was about to retort when he felt his hands ensnared by the demon’s and felt a warmth shoot up the palm of his hand and into his core. A fire like no other flooded his being and the world seemed to lurch back into motion. He blinked hard, disoriented, and when looked up the woman was gone.
As he got up and left the bar, the soft echo of laughter filled his ears.
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A Corrupting Influence
When Good People Indulge In their Vices
You are an individual who is given a rare gift, the ability to subtly influence those around you. However, this price comes at a cost, each use will eat away at your very soul...
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Updated on May 30, 2023
by royalgambler
Created on Jan 25, 2023
by royalgambler
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