Poker chips were neatly stacked in front of him and directly across the table, where the devil took his seat. Three decks of cards were on the side of the table.
“Before we start,” Ignis said, pulling a fountain pen and a piece of paper that looked like parchment from his inside coat pocket, “I’d like you to sign this agreement.”
Jim swallowed, then took the paper and pen and began reading the document.
“Go ahead and read it if you like,” Ignis said. “It’s short and easy to understand. But I promise you it’s legitimate. No traps. No fine print. It’s the standard document. I’ve used it more times than I can remember.”
“I’ve always heard that the devil is in the details,” Jim said.
Ignis smiled. “Not this time.”
Jim signed the contract and pushed it back to the devil, who folded it and put it and the pen back into his coat pocket.
“Merely a formality,” the devil said. “Any questions?”
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