The devil

It was in a dark abandoned house. There were no humans in the barn, it was just the devil. It was pouring rain outside and the door of the deserted barn flapped open and closed. The sound of it was like a bird flapping its wing to get away from something. The holes of the roof couldn't keep up and the water droplets of the rain dropped and dropped. Out you could hear the thundering sound of the storm making its way to the haunted barn. Suddenly the stairs of the barns creeped slowly and down came the devil. The devil was something and it was nothing. The devil had a bloody hand and the other one was gone. It wasn’t gone or anything it was missing. The devil swiped his hand to the misty barn air and grabbed something. It was very much like nothing, but if you look at it carefully you would see something like a picture but very hazy. With a swoosh of his bloody hand, the hazy image was gone and there was nothing. You see this was not just a picture it was a soul. This devil was a soul collector that was the reason why he was exiled from his home and was sent here. This is his story…………….