I sat in quiet resignation at a table in a secret garden at the zenith of summer to attempt a consultation with the Powers That Be; those illusive forces without names that seem to play at our strings as we are marionettes, dancing, loving, losing, fighting, killing, succeeding and failing without fail. 266 more words
I am rendered speechless. Wait, I thought of something. I am your Lord Satan. You WILL TAKE THE MARK. YOU WILL SPEND. YOUR MASTER SATAN WILL TAKE the typical 2.5% processing fee.