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“God,” Danny said while looking at his desk, “So much paperwork, and what! All for one soul!” He pushed his hand through his hair as he picked up a page and read it.
Dear Your Majesty,
I come to you hoping for you to hear my plea,
I own the soul of one John Constantine, but he has sold his soul many times and others stake claim. I believe the soul is rightfully mine and full ownership should be given to me and me only. I humbly ask you to consider my request because I bought the soul, so I should get it.
Your loyal subject,
Mammon
“Ughhhhh, so many complaints!” Danny yelled towards the ceiling. He had gotten at least 200 letters about this in the past week and a half; it was starting to get old and Danny knew he needed to do something soon or he would go insane from reading all these. So Danny did what he could and bought all the parts of John’s soul and teleported to him after grabbing the necessary paperwork.
Danny looked around after portalling, which was one of his many new skills after becoming king, and spotted John. Danny floated towards him and stopped a few feet away.
“J̸̴̷̷̸̴̷̶̷̸̵̷̷̸̴̵̸̵̸̴̵̵̢̡̙̲̯͕̗͖̬̳͈̘̥͉̯͇̟̻̠͕̙̲̗̻͓̗͈̜̬͉͉̱̗͒͌͆̿͆̐͛̀̒̊̂͛̆̂͆̊͗̀̂̀͌̽̉̈̍̓͋̓̿̈̈́̀̉̋̚͘͘͠͝͝ͅờ̵̵̷̵̸̷̸̸̷̴̸̶̵̸̵̸̷̴̸̴̴̷̴̷̸̶̵̶̷̵̷̶̶̵̴̶̸̢̨̢͍̝͎̭̣͓̻̬̙̻̝͔̬̦̞̼͈̟̣͖͔͉̝͕̭̜͎̟̙̗̬̘̝͔̟̤̺̭͖̝̟̩͓̲̱̱͕͖̖̱̲͓̺̘̙̱̺̩̭̖̳͎͊͂̀̌̿̎́̀̅̋̀͌̐͆́͛̇͐͋͒̓̇̅͛̿͐̎̐̂̈͐̓̈́͌̈́͋̀̇̌͑̿̇̔͂̇͒͛̒͌͊͊́͋̇͛̐̀̚͘͘̕͘̚̕͘̕͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅh̶̷̸̵̵̷̵̷̴̷̵̸̴̶̷̵̸̶̶̷̷̵̷̵̷̸̶̵̷̸̶̷̢̧̡̢̨̛̛̛̛͍͔̝͚̝͈̱͙͎̻̻̝̝̪͈͖̬̳̦̘̜̜̗͇̠̘͙͇̖̼̗̙̻̪̥̪̦̖̗̮͔͎͈̝̼̤̟͚̗́͗͗͊͂̌̉̓͛͋̈́̿̒̃̀̐̊̅̔̾͊̐̽̈́̈́̃́̒̅̽̑̓̅̈́͌̍̍̒̒͊̀́̿̿̎͒̑̈́͛͂̕̕͘͘̕̚͜͜͜͝͝n̴̷̵̴̴̸̴̷̵̶̸̸̴̡̨̧̟̟̯̖̝̳̼̩͎͇̱̜͖̮̮̝̟̟̠̞̺̈́̐̎̈́͗̑̓̈́̈́̌̃͗̃͑̍̂̈́͂̚͝ͅ ̶̷̶̶̴̴̷̵̶̵͇̣̹̖̲̦̞͇̳̘̪̹͓͙̈́̅̑̿̏̄͆̇̇̅̔͑̏̐͂̐̕̚͝͝͝͝ͅç̴̴̴̵̶̶̶̸̶̶̸̶̷̷̷̷̵̸̵̴̴̵̸̸̴̶̸̢̢̛̛̜̳̣̘̜̩͖̜͈̼̲͙̰̠̻̼͚͓̥̰̰̜̝̼͕̲̱̠̳̫̪̪̟̬͍͕̲͕̪͕̣̰̟͇͇̥̥̠̹̿̋̄͌̒̈̈́̎͑̓͐́̌̌̀̈̀̏́̑̓̑̈́̌̽̿͗̎̃̔̆̎̄̈́͐͗̈́́̈̕̚̚̕̕͜͜͠͝͠ͅo̷̵̵̷̸̴̷̷̴̸̶̷̶̶̴̸̢̢̟͚͔͍̞̫̖̲̙̤̹̭͈͈̤̟̜̻͎͕͐̈́̈̅̇̿͂̌̉̓͊̈́̇́̀̌̈̒̉͊̏͐̅̄̔̂̏̓̍͋͊̕͝ͅm̴̴̷̵̴̷̶̶̵̵̶̴̶̵̸̸̷̸̴̴̵̨̢̢̛̛̛͖̣̹̖̘͓̗̯͍͖̬͍̝̤̥͍̙̭̗̗̳̝̫̘̱͈̤̪̞̼̟̮͂̑̎̓͌̒̃̆̓̓̾̽́̅̐̃̎̐͂̈́̌́͒̓̂͆́̍͆̎͂̓͋̃̕͘̚͘͝ͅͅͅs̵̴̴̵̵̴̸̶̵̸̶̴̴̷̸̸̴̶̶̡̡̢̧̛̱̗͖̣̪̤̦̞̙͚͚̙̝͔̥͈̞͎̹̞̹͉͈̺̫͖͎̻̋͛̉̓̀̅͛̾̉̾̇̄͊͊̍͛̓̃̔̆̂̈́̈̆͋̐̄̔̏̄̕͜͜͜t̷̴̵̶̴̵̴̵̸̸̷̸̷̸̶̵̶̸̴̸̴̸̸̴̶̶̡̢̲̺͕̬̟̮̖͕̼͙̟͓͎̤̝̤̯̱̲̰̰̭̝͇̼̤̞̤̭̗̟͙̞̠͉̩̘̼̬͉͔͚̮̲̠͎͈̯͖͍̱͙͓̀̆͆͐̆̔̈́̏̀̋͋̽̄̌̒́̈́̓́̽̽̄̆́̎̀̒͆̾̈̈́̉̓̌̔̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ą̴̸̵̵̸̴̷̴̵̸̴̵̶̵̶̴̴̷̷̴̸̴̷̷̨̨̡̧̛̛̰̖̺̬̠̟̫̖̣̝̣̠̣͖͍̟̘͎̺͈͖̥̳͕̺̙̮̱͔͖̩͓̱̱̺̥̔̋͑͊̿̓̆̔̈́̔̒̐̈́̄̈́̏̓̃͆̏͑͑̇̌̓̀̔̈͂̈́͊͋̇̌̊͑̿̐̄́̊̒̓̕͘̕͜͝͝n̸̸̴̶̸̷̸̵̷̷̷̷̴̶̸̵̴̨̨̨̛̹̱̣̞̟̼̦̠̳̳̼̹̟͕͚̘̣̻͇̗͓͈̹̙̦̬̥͓̜̹̳͉̹̗̋̂̇̊̂̆̐̀̒̎̀̀̀̏̌͂̀͒̊̂̓͘̚͘̕͝t̴̸̸̵̷̶̴̶̶̸̴̴̴̶̵̷̷̸̶̵̨̧̛̛͙̟̗̺͕̗͍̟͔͖̪͎͓̫͓̥̫̣̰̗͚͙̫̭̜͓̬̰͎͍̩̙̩͓̫͔̩̯̝͐̿͗͗͂̃͗̈́̄̉͊̽́͛̈́̃̀̈̅́̓̕̕̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅi̷̸̶̷̷̵̵̸̸̷̸̸̴̵̴̶̶̶̸̵̷̢̢̡̠͉̟̭̘̳̺̘̠͎̲̠̝̰̘̫̲̙̺̙̣̪̜̺̯̹̅͑͑̉͋̀̋͋͑̽̽̉̋͒̃͆̊̓̀͂̉́̑͛̔̇̎̈́̿̓̀̀̂̿͆̀̅̚̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝n̶̵̷̵̶̵̴̴̶̸̸͎̬̬̲̟̯̞̱͇̟̤͔̬͔̘̪̞͚̲̓͆̅̀̑̿͛̏̍̏̄̌̃̒̅͗͌̊͂͘͘̚͜e̸̶̸̵̴̵̴̴̢̢͇̦̘͇͈͈͇̜̱͉̮̣̽̓̀̿͒̄͑̀̄͊͘” (John Constantine)
John’s face immediately paled as he heard that voice, a voice filled with raw power and such authority.
“Hello?” John said with pure terror as he looked at this thing, with a cape flowing almost to the floor, a look on its face of pure drive, a toxic green aura, and lazarus pit eyes. A being that screams be afraid to any and all who look at it. And that crown… a crown of radiation green and spikes in a circle floating above the creature's head. It had little bits of ice fall off of it and then melt before they reached the floor, a process repeated by the crown while its current king was wearing it. This was a being of power no doubt.
“I̴̡̡̝͉͍͕̩͓̮͑͊͑̒̑̽̈́̕̕͝ͅ'̶̳̬͖͙̤̂̀̒͗̔̀̅͑̉̊͆̎̕̕͝v̴̘̺͔̬̂͆̉̐͝è̴̡̛͍̗̰̹̗̱̠̙̪̯̺̇̆͑̊̈́͒͌̆͑́̽ ̸̡̡̡̘͉̗͖̘̩̪͖̟̻̬̤͆͂̑́͠c̷̨̡̲̳̥̞̺͎̖̾̆̀́̍̈́̐̇̏̂̈́̆̂́̚͝ȏ̵̢̧̙͓̲̞͖̙̎̐̀ͅḿ̸̮̮̦̹̀͋́̒͑̄͋͌̂̎̑̕̕͠é̷͉̫̲͇͓̳͇̖̘̫̟̅̓̎̃̇̿̐̃̽̂̓̌̾͘͜ ̸̧̛̛͔̞̠̗̭̻̟̣͔̥͉̐̄̈̽̕t̷̗͙̣̩̲̻̱̜͓̹̃̎̚o̸͓͇̝̤̖͖̽́̈̔̆͒͂͆̓̆͋͒̉ ̸̢̡̨̨̝͖̹͔͙̮̟̲̩̯̖̥̝̓̅m̷̞͉͆̒̑̑͆̓̀͒̎͊̽a̵̧̳̺͔̙̝͎̫͇͕̽͐̀̎́͒̄̾̌̃̕͜k̸̠̬̒̒̄̈́̈́͘e̵̡̡̹̭͓̠̜̪̓̽̑̓̈́̇̈̆̕ ̷̢̞̌͐́̃̉͒ā̸̘̲͛̔͋͝ͅ ̶̛̪͔̹́͊̐̏̆̚͘͝ṫ̸͉͍̩̙̘̅̌͋̅́̍̓̅̋̃͌r̵̡̨̤̞̬̪̤͉̖͔͓̦̩͍̯̀̈́͂̈͊̚͜͝͠a̶̮͔̝͇̥͙̥̜̎̃̍̈́̓̈́̈̒̇̇̽̀̒̕ď̸̡̛̖̲̼͍̫̗̣͕͐͗̅́̆̓̄͑͂̕͝ͅḙ̶̀̃͒̃͊͋͛͂͊̚͠͝” (I’ve come to make a trade)
“What trade?” John asked suspiciously.
“Ý̴̢̳̰̣̼̞͔͋͂͒̓͘͝o̵̧̠̞͔͖̭̓͐̍û̷̢̨̱͉̳̺̦̽̿͒̚͘ ̴̧̣̬̱͉̻̪̑̋̅̀͐d̵̙̺̝̘̥̀̎̈̄͑́͂o̵̢̠̮̤̗̘͙͎͑ ̵͙̮̜̳̱͎̗̩́s̸͍̤͎͗͒́̽o̸̧͎̫̮͈͍̅̈m̸̬̮̮̺̬̬̼̊͂͆̌͊͘͠ͅe̸͇͍̥͎̤̼̖̩̓́͒̕̚t̷̢̜͙̮͉̠̘̏̉̋h̶̤͒͂͋͋̑î̷͚̫͇͉̀̉̒͗̉̕͝n̸̯͚͂͒̈́̓̄̅g̸̢̯̰̣͙̬̱͎̊̀ ̶̨͎̖̈̊̏͘͝f̵̣͈̦̩̭̤̦̏͌̓̄͜ò̵͖̽̿̔͗̐ř̶͔͐̓̀͝ ̵̰̘͚̔̽͒͒̔̏͝͝m̶͇̥̓̒̄̓͆̎͆ȩ̵̜̮̩͇̳̪̣̽̊̄̂̄͝,̴̨̢̨͓̥͔̗̀ ̸͓͊̅̚à̷̛͈̺̭̺͂̑n̷̟͖̮͙̪̝̎̈́͝͠ͅd̶̲͕̙͖̮̞͂̑̾̿̄̐̕ ̷̘̣͉͇̎́̕Ĭ̸̡̠͓̝͓͙̈́̌͂̇͝͠ ̴̢̢̟̼̪͗̎g̵̫̼͓̯͕̅̒̂̈́͗͊͝í̷͖̘͙͂͌͒͂̊͘͝v̷̟̥̘̟̞̂̌̈́̒̕e̵̞̳̳͇̠̐̉̈́ ̷̛̛̟̪̜̱̫̥̾̇̒̒͠͝y̴̡̤͍̩̰̏̅̿̎̿ͅo̵̧̨̟̠̮̹̞̦̿ư̸̫̿̇̄̚͘ ̴̻̭͉̍̇̏͐̓̎̅͝ͅͅý̷̡̗͕̫̇̾́́͘ǫ̴̈́̉̈́͆͑̕͠u̸̗͙͝͠ŗ̶̳̥͈͍̟̒̎̂͗ ̷̦̂̔͌̀̎͗̿̈́s̶̫̹̫͖̪̉̑̕ỏ̵̘͐̓̿͛͒̂̚ų̸̘̱͎̤͍́̑̑͘ͅḷ̵̛̹̙̀̈͒̉̎̚̚ ̶̝̆͘b̸̡̛̪̟̱̰̥͈̓͆͗̈̆̆â̷͇̜͈̜̱̭͓̝͒̂̌c̷̛̪̅͛̄͝k̸̨͍͔͓̙̤̻̤̏̈́̎̃̽̇͑͋.̵̨̦̟̪͈͙͊̈͜ ̵̙͂́Ḑ̷̨͍͓͍̮̝̾͠͝ȏ̵̧̤͖̼̫͙̖͆͜ ̵͕̹̹́͗͘w̵̧̺͈̼̪̩̰̐͗̊̕ë̴̺̖̱̭͕̪̍̚ ̶̛̼͕̣͙̤̝͍̔̾͒̄͛̏ḧ̴̹̜̊̍̋͋ͅa̵̛͙̜̒͒v̴̛̟̤͇͖̝̺̝̙̔͒̎ë̵̡̲̜̳͎̖̘͇́̏̀̽ ̴̞̿̎́͘a̷̰̦̓͂ͅ ̴̢̜̮͇̻̯̦̗́̈́̎͑̕̚d̴̦̞͓̙̫͒̑̆̐̔͆́e̷͓͖̋͒̐́͝ä̶̗̬́̌̈́͝ļ̸̖̺̤̏̈?̶̼͍̲̓̈́̑̈̿”
(You do something for me, and I give you your soul back. Do we have a deal?)
“Right… you expect me to believe you, a demon, can give me back my soul,” John said hesitantly.
“Ó̵̢̢͓͔̓̓͝ḥ̵̩͙̇̓͠,̵̖͆ ̵̫͗̎͂̕Į̴̩̉̄͊ ̴̫̺̳̉̓f̷̢͉̺̀̃ó̶͙r̷͋̄̌͜g̴͕̪̋ơ̵̤̪̺͌͝t̷̙̯̝̾ ̷̛͉̯̈́̍̿ṭ̸̜̃́̃o̵͍̅̃́̚ ̶̞̼̪̬̏̈́̄i̴̡̛͙̩͗̍ͅņ̸͇̈́͑t̸̯̜̂̊̐͑r̸̼̜̮̋́͋̈́ó̶̩̕͠ď̸͉̼̰̅͂̕u̸̙̖̗̗̇̍̚c̷͓̯̊e̸̹̲̭͗ ̵͍̳͕̻̔m̴̟̩̹̀͆͌͝y̷̮͈̞̕š̵̜̊̈́̓e̸̦͋l̶͔̈́f̶̝̺̜̖͂.̸̨̢̜̕̕ ̸̨̩̜̦̓̃̑T̴͇͍̟̞̚͠h̷̟̟͚͕̎̌͘̕ĕ̶̺̥ ̶̹̦͍́ņ̴͒̕ą̴͔̋̏m̴̨͕͙͓̌̉̏e̴͖̺̼̐̾̏’̵̤̑̑͝s̴͎̰͎̍̆̑̕ ̴̯͇̮̆̿̕P̵͕͓̣̙̔h̴̡̛͔͊͑̋á̵̘n̶̫̺̽̃̑̚͜t̸̙̍o̸̹͊͝m̶̦̞̌͗͌͛,̸͔̰̊̐̎ ̸̥̳̮͋͊å̸͙̳n̶̢̺̦̓̾͜d̴̛̟̼̎͐͆ ̷̯͙̘̾̀͑̽Ì̵̱̰̳̈́͐'̷͙͓̾̓̈m̸̬̯̠̪̀͊͝ ̵̧̿̈́̓t̴̠́h̵̩͈͎͘e̷̙͙͌͐̓̓ ̸̠͖̾g̵͕̃̏͂h̴̘̦͗͊̑́o̷̳̖̍͑̃̀s̵͚̐t̸͕̲̠͍̀͛̈͝ ̶͚̆͑͑͘k̶̨̠̖͙͌͆̅͠i̸̱̼͗n̸͍̩̏̒͌͘g̸͉̥̔,̶̤̩͉͛̔̓ ̵̟̬̃̈́́ř̵͈͎͜u̸͇̼͗̈̊̚l̴̼͇̚e̵̡͉͍͓̎̽͒r̶̹͊ ̷͈̓͛̈́͠ȯ̸̳͈f̵̡̞̦͐̉ ̴̛̺̫͓͍͊̿̀a̵̡̳͈̓͊l̸̳̬͂͝ͅl̵̛̳̈́̀ ̸̩͔͉̀̒͌t̷̫͚͛̍h̶͍̠͇͍̏̽e̷̖͊ ̶̱̩͐́ͅì̴̞̟̯̚n̶͈͌̋͂ ̵̡̗̫̾͐̍͠t̷̢̠̟̞̐́͌̚h̴͈͉́é̴̪͛ ̷͉͍̦̎̌͌̒͜î̷̛͇ń̸͙̲͓f̷̡̝̬̘̈̋͝į̸̭̎ṉ̸̎ͅí̷͖̬͆t̵̢̖̒́̿e̴̥̥̼̽̉͜,̸͕̹̅͠ ̴̯͖͖͙̒̄̑̕s̴̖͙̯̒̑͠ò̷̡͕̑͗ ̷̩͙̰͑́̈́͜͠n̷̰̖̭͂͛͛o̷̥̜͍̺͑̍̍́ŵ̷̠ ̶̱̳̅̂̅I̷̖̱͐͜'̸̺͇̐̀̍͑l̵͔̽͗l̴̡̤̼̮͐̈́̅̔ ̴̤͈̬͐̍ȃ̶̧͙̋͛s̴̺̩͇͆͛̚ͅk̵̛̠̀̊ ̵͎̥̎̆a̸̜̋͂͆̃g̸̦̰̮̅̂ą̶̲́i̶̙̐͛̐͝n̷̪̿,̴̻͕̾̐͛͘ ̶̺̦̀̃d̸͚̟̲̳̋́̿͝ò̸̝̜̥ ̴͉̰̪͂̆ẁ̴͎͈͔ë̴̘͍̗͈́̒̓ ̷͚̝̣̑h̶̯̲͋̿̕a̷̤͆͆͋v̵̫̀̓͊ë̷̛͕̞͙͖́̿ ̷̬̓̉̾̓á̷̬̑̊ ̸̛̺̳̳̿̿ḏ̸̺͈̅͗ę̴̛̤͖͉́̈̂a̵̩̺͠l̸̦̒͊͌?”
(Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. The name’s Phantom, and I'm the ghost king, ruler of all in the infinite, so now I'll ask again, do we have a deal)
John froze at that name, fear creeping into his mind as he tried to think of a reason a being of this caliber would ever bargain with him, much less have a chat about returning his severely damaged soul.
“What would I have to do for you?”
“̸͓͓͌̓͆̊ͅŅ̶̞̍͗̿̂̕o̵̦͆͜t̶̡̨̩̤̒̂͝ḥ̷̛̱͍̮̒ì̷̜̈́̎̿̚n̶̥̗͋͌̔ǵ̷̳̩̙̯͙̓̇̚ ̵̞̱͙͋͆͐͆͘ť̴̪̘͔̹̾̔̚͝h̷͙̩̩͐̑ă̴͈̦̊t̴̥̖̘̃́̓̃̏ ̴͕̒w̴̦̟̱̎́͘i̵̱̩̣̫̹͋̌͗l̴̡̘̙̝̃̈́̓́̓ļ̴̩̱̓͘ ̵̺̼̜̦̟́̈̏̏͠h̷͔͍̱́͒̑͝a̸̧̞̤̅̾̀̎̒r̶͓̦̼̱͈̊̋m̴̫͙̺̂ ̶̢̗̭͔̭́͆̒i̴̢̡̦̥̋n̷̜̥͕͂̕n̵̙̖̓̆̇̅o̷̲̱͛͐̓͑c̵̝̒̿̃͆̇e̴̥͉̥̔̓̍͜ṇ̸͎͂͝ṫ̸̢̤̫̗̲̐̀̏̀ ̵̱̪͇̺͇́͑̄̿p̸̛͓͔̺̺̰̌̃ė̴͎̃͋͝͝o̷͓͖͓̝͕͑̈́̌͠p̶̗̙̆͠l̵̼̘͋̿e̶̳̖̜̲͎͐̈́͌ ̸̢̛̖͈̋̌́̌a̸̡̠̜̽̈͆̕͘n̷̨̧̬̿̅d̵͕̼̲̹̈́̅̓̚̚ ̴̺̗̩͙̆́ģ̶̋̐͆ọ̶͙͙̤́̒̄̕ ̷̻̭́̆̓̊ạ̷̤̱̝̏̅̀̐͝g̶̢̳̣̯͍͋̋͛͘a̷̱̦̝̬͒͊̆͋̓i̷͖̰̲̙̰̾͛̽̀n̵̪̤͔̜͂s̸̹͔̦͐́͆̍͌ţ̵̳̦̯͙̾́̽̇͝ ̷͈͋̇y̶̢̥̽̓́͊o̴͈̓̈́̈͝ů̸̡͈̖ȓ̸͓ ̶̦̪̙͕̬̊̿̔̚m̷̛̦͎̄͊̓o̶̧͉͕̮̤͌ŗ̸̺̦̲̅͋̿̐͠á̶͈͊l̶̛̼͓͓͖̒̃͘s̵͓̐̈́͑ ̶̮̗͉̯͐́Ī̸̛̪̲̀ͅ ̷̢̞͉̳̇p̶̛̟̈́̀͊ṙ̸̘̪͈ơ̴̮̭̔̀͐͝m̵̥̈́̔̈į̸̹͍́̈́ş̶͇͉͖̐́é̴̥͈̺̱.̷̫̯͉̬̣̈́͂̕͝”̴̺͓͕̜͂ͅ
(Nothing that will harm innocent people and go against your morals, I promise)
“Why should I believe you?”
“̴̡͕̲͍̻͂̑̉̏̏̃͆̄B̶̰̦̣̠͌̈̀̋̓͗́͊̓́͆̍̍͘̕͘̕ȩ̵̡̫̖̱̺̝̜̪̗̗̤͌̌̃c̵̩̟̽̒̈́͌̀̓͌̒̋̃̐̏͆̈̀̌͝a̶̢̛̛̰̗̫̬͂ͅǘ̵̦̩̮̲̻̅͂̿̆̊̃̓̊̇̚͠s̷͕̬̮͚̯̎̀̾̈́̽́͐̾̏͘̕͝͠ē̷̹͔̐̽̍̃̉̉́̌́̂̚͘͝ ̶̫̙̿̈̅̀̐̿̄̊͗̂̈̔̅̾I̶̢̮͚̯̳͈͔̺̳̩͈̋̄'̵͖̜̩̗̯̰͇̳͂̃̈͑̿̉̓͗͌̃͐́̇̌̿͝m̴̹͓̪̬̱͇̌͌̀̈́̆̚ ̷̣̖̯̞̮̌͒̌̀͛̎͘͜͝a̵̧̤̍̓͛̆͒̌̔̌͑̿̽͊̚ ̷̪̟̺̫̣̤͔͚̱̥̝̳̬̼͍̠̓̏̂͋̈́̊̀́͠f̵̯͐̀̈̾̄͒̎͠͠a̴̛̺̤̳͗́̿̊̍̂̑̐̆̍̕͠͝ĩ̸̗͍͓̦̗́̏͜ŗ̷͖̻̼̠͓̳̤͇̼͇̭̲̭̫̩̀ ̵̢̨̛̹̰̹̹͍̫͙̖̅͋̕͘̚̕̕͝ͅg̴̻̥̣̪̪̟̖̮̿̈́̾̒͂̚ͅẖ̷̛͍̺̭̤͇̇̓́͂̈́̽̓̿̆̿̓̀̓̏̊o̵̡̨̡̢̳͔̤̠̥̹̼̟̪͚͈͛̇̀̑͗̌̑̍̂̊͜͜͝s̸̢̛̲̯̤̆̅̑̎̅͗͗̿̒͑̏̂̅̆̕͘t̴̫̰̘̺̻̪̊̂̈͐̌̉̾͒̓̀̐̉̉̂͋̕̚ͅ ̶̭̲̓͑̇̽̏̆̒̊̒̊́͂́̐͝͝ķ̷̨̼͆͊̇͛͊̒̈̑͐͘͝͝i̴̛̛͔̥̥̻̖͖̩̓̎͂̊̀̌͊͌̈n̸̨͎͚͙̖̱̞͙̺͎̍͆̔͂͗̅͜ͅͅg̷̖̺͙̳̹̞̱͔͎̭̳͉͐̔̈͋̊̃̑͛͐̄̾̂̑͘̕͝͠,̵̡̮̗̹̦̱͓̀̆́̏͂”̷̨̡̙͖̼̥̣̰͈͖́̀̇̈́́͜͠ (Because I'm a fair ghost king)
John, seeing no way else to keep dragging this creature on and trying to figure out more, shook its hand, “We have a deal.” John would admit it probably wasn’t a good idea, but the idea of his entire soul back sounded great.
The creature smiled, pulled out an old-looking piece of parchment, and gave it to John. The moment John grabbed it, it disintegrated in his hands.
“̶̧̟͎͓̔̀T̷̢̜̥̈́̾̽̓ĥ̶̩̂͐͌a̷͖̠͒͋̇̓t̷͕̾̀s̴̬͔͎̠̅ ̷̑͜͝y̸̬̭̱͑õ̷̡͓̃̍͒ŭ̵̘̭̦r̸͓̟̉̍͒̂ ̴̡̠̩̦̂s̷̼̹̓o̷͔̮͇̮̿̅ù̸͕l̸̆̕͜͝ ̴͚͆̿͝b̶͚̭̰̤̅̋á̴̮̄̎͝ć̴͕̍͒ͅk̵̢͖͎̇̚͝ͅ,̶̡͔̭̈́̉͝ͅ” (Thats your soul back), The Ghost king said, then he opened a portal of swirling green and stepped inside with a few final words to John.
“̸̝́͝ͅĮ̸͙̟͂̈́͝ͅ’̴̖̤̆ͅl̸̛͕̦l̴͕̬̝̳̈́͋͠ ̶̛̘̿b̶̛͚͚̗̆e̷̜̘̾̔̓̚ ̵̼̇̍͐b̴̟̽͝ȃ̷̧͎̘̟̄c̸̮̜͊̽̌ķ̶̗̭̿̽̎ ̵̎̏̄͜s̴̡͎̯̓͂o̷͖͇̘͋̒͝o̶̰̭̊n̵̦̔͂̍̎ ̶̢͕͍̅̈̑̐t̸̞̦͓͒õ̸̡ ̶̺́c̵̘͇̰͋̒͘͝ǒ̷̳̝͉̯͛̚l̵̠̈l̸̪̀̃é̴̗̖̌͠č̷̰̖͔̊͗̕t̷̮̫̭͍̾͛̌ ̴̥͒f̴̧̟͔͗̑̓͝ͅơ̷͔̝̓͝r̵̙̤͇̞̃ ̵̙̄̄o̸̥̹̒̅̈́ͅu̶̘̬͑͗r̶̜̰͉̬̈́̆͑̊ ̵͎̮͉̿͗̕ḍ̸̻͔̰̽̚e̵͖̺̓͂͊͐a̷̖̐l̵͇̅͌̂͝.̴̛͉͘”̶͔̽́
(I'll be back soon to collect for our deal)