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The world is boring.

All right, probably not the whole world. Even sprawled out on his throne of bones (unneccessary, but he does so love how newcomers stare at it), watching the steam and the smoke drift by, listening to the *unbelievably* repetitive screams and pleas of the damned outside the little island he's set his approachable office on, Jim can admit there may be something interesting out there, somewhere things aren't always the same.

But history repeats itself, and humans are, by and large, not terribly original creatures. Especially in the ways they sin. It's been so long since Jim's had someone come to him for truly new, exciting reasons. He barely even bothers to check anymore.

Granted, they rarely go to Heaven for exciting reasons, at least there's that. The heroes of the world are as mundane as the villians. There is nothing new under, above, or even *way* down under the sun, it seems.

One interesting soul, that's all he asks. One true original, one person with a *brain*, one person who can bring some excitement to the monotony of Hell. One person who's a *challenge*, that he has to get involved to tempt, or to break, instead of handing all of it off to his demons, just as dull and unoriginal as the human souls, a perfect match. One person he can have *fun* with.

If only he had a human soul, he would happily sell it to whoever would set that down as a bid.

Pity that the devil can't make deals with himself.