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I motion towards all of the little birdcages strapped to my belt and scythe. Some pure, like butterflies, others corrupted and snapping through the bars. "I let the pure ones go when I have the time, but the corrupted ones are a hassle. They get bitey." I look up at Satan. "You get where I'm coming from?"

He looks me up and down again, frowing in confusion. "Wait, you're not Death." I shake my head. "He gave me his spare scythe though, with no instructions so it's kinda confusing."

Satan thinks for a second. "Are you mortal?" I nod my head. "I think so. Until I actually die we'll never know." He chuckles at this and holds his hand out. "Give me the corrupted ones, I could use a little snack."

I unhook them and release them from their cages. Satan quickly grabs them and swallows them all whole. I shudder a bit. He looks back down at me. "So, what was it that you wanted in return?"

I blink a few times. "Oh, yeah. That." I shrug, "Dunno, I just didn't really wanna carry them all around." Satan is silent for a while, obviously surprised. He crosses his arms and looks at my scythe. "If Death acknowledges you, I guess you are a pretty special kid. How about I offer you this."

He leans down and whispers in my ear. I perk up and nod my head enthusiastically. "That'd be great!" He chuckles and pats my shoulder. "Go have fun, kid."

Back in the mortal realm I pull up my hood and spin the scythe until it reduces into a cane. I emerge into the street, and suddenly the deal I made with the Devil pays off.

I can see the lost souls wandering, when before i could only take them from people. I run up to the closest one and reach out with the cane/scythe. It looks up at me, questioningly. Eventually it taps the cane with it's nose and is immediately transformed into a little glowing blue kitten.

I gently pick up the small creature and put it into a comfy birdcage alongside a small grey snake. Not wasting any time, I hurry up to the top of the seaside hill on the outskirts of town.

Setting down my cane I unclip the birdcages and open them one by one, releasing the lost souls into the wind. As they float away to the afterlife, I can almost hear their joyous laughter. They are free.

“In exchange for your soul, I can offer you - ” “No, I don’t want to sell my soul. I want to sell all these.”