“What are you doing here?” I cried.

“I think you’d be happier to see me than that,” said Dajins. He was seated at my desk in the corner office of the Clark building, idly filing the various pointy bits on his demonic body that showed through his Armani suit.

“I sold you my soul and I’m in great health,” I said. “Go away, it’s not time to collect.”

“Such mistrust!” Dajins laughed. “What if I told you that, true to your soul, I actually put it on the soul futures exchange.”

“The what?”

“Oh, surely a big time stockbroker like yourself can figure it out!” Dajins said. “Normally, it’s very risky. Souls lost all the time. But you? You were a big winner, my friend. I made a hundred times what I invested.”

I gasped. “So I get my soul back?” I said.

“Ha! No,” Dajins chortled. “You’re not off the hook that easily. But because you’ve made me a wealthy demon, and because I think the results will be amusing, I’ve decided to cut you in.” He gestured to a box on the table. “Six souls, from six other foolish unfortunates, for you to do with as you please.”

“What am I supposed to do with them?” I cried. Then, hurriedly: “I’ll trade you for my original soul.”

“What, and lose a hundred-to-one moneymaker? No, friend. You have fun with your profits, you hear? And I’ll see you again…real soon.”

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