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To The Devil His Due
Category: Stories
Gold glimmered through the darkness across the room until the light washed it all away from curtains pulled aside. The gold belonged to a number of trophies lined up across two shelves hanging from the wall. Underneath the shelves was an oil painting and then another shelf of trophies, all of them adding up to twenty-seven total. The spoils of success that belonged to Madison Ivory and her long career in Hollywood going back to her early adulthood. Acting had been her true calling in life, going back to her days on a soap opera when she first began.
Among the trophies was an Emmy sitting next to a Tony award. To many aspiring actresses in Hollywood, those two trophies would be seen as a major accomplishment. Madison had a total of four Golden Globes, two on each side of the Emmy and Tonys. One space had been left alone in the middle shelf. Some day she hoped to fill that void with an Oscar trophy. All of her other awards belonged to various acting and stage performances. The one thing missing to cement her legacy at this point was an Oscar. Maybe some day, if the right role came along for a production.
It was hard for Madison to feel any regrets about not winning the most coveted prize in Hollywood. She had scored as the highest paid actress in Hollywood going on four consecutive years. Money brought her luxury among the social circles she kept deep within the Hollywood elite. Tales of her wild sexual encounters, affairs and other fantasies stretched through gossip magazines from time to time. The inner workings of the industry catered to a specific elite hidden throughout Beverly Hills and secluded in their mansions behind locked gates. She knew many of them, for they had walked the same dark path she did that led them to a life of fame and fortune.
What trophies were not on public display in her special room were the ones kept locked away in a dark room for Madison's eyes only. The many collars, cuffs and outfits she had once wore for masters throughout the years. Such masters who may have existed in human form to mere mortals in Hollywood, but were another entity elsewhere. Her path down the dark side of fame had led her to see the truth about heaven and hell. Beyond the many beliefs that were had in life, there was an existence of hell and it's many dimensions.
The right to keep the collar had to be earned, as that was something she took much pride in. In that special room, a black pentagram was engraved in the floor. It was hidden beneath a rug, only to be unveiled on necessary nights when she had to communicate with her dark masters. Such memories had brought her back to that one fateful night... The night she sold her soul.
That night was the darkest of all.
Growing up, Madison had heard the stories about souls burning in hell for eternity as sinners. She heard it all from Sunday school sermons through the years. At one point, she stopped believing in God. By the time she had entered Hollywood and worked her way through multiple pictures, she came to know someone who's mere presence was enough to convince her that one side of the picture was at least real. One executive producer saw the potential in her, ready to open doors to show her the way. A man in black with the last name of La Mara.
To become 'one of them', Madison saw the hidden truths within Hollywood. She was tested through her modeling side career, once told that she could be a sex symbol, as the Marilyn Monroe of her generation. To become the next bombshell, Madison worked hard, following along the trail of good fortunes laid at her feet.
When the time came to introduce her to the man in black again, all was revealed to her rather quickly. The name Solomon had come up more than once as she was taken to a mansion hidden in the hills. It was there Madison learned the existence of a devil and the other world. The producer introduced her to a woman she would learn to know as Vandella.
Many secrets were whispered behind the walls of Hollywood studios. Stories of fame and fortune in exchange for your soul. Some called it the Faustian deal, while others may have knew of the story of the crossroads and Robert Johnson.
The only crossroads Madison saw that night was her own crossing into the other world. A portal into the hellish dimensions was drawn through unholy symbols. Vandella referred to them as realms across the void. This answered the question of spiritual dimensions and something of an afterlife. In the end, Madison was promised fortune and fame in exchange for her soul.
From the moment she stepped through the doors of that mansion, all the way to the moment she stood before Vandella, Madison knew there was no escape.
There was no point in turning around or trying to walk it back now. When Madison removed every article of clothing from her voluptuous body, she knew what future awaited her.
A black candle in her hand. A pact between the devil and herself. The darkness ate up every bit of light around the candle when she entered the pentagram.
To the devil his due, I sold my soul.
And into the House of Solomon she went with her soul.
Beyond the earth and into the realms of Solomon, Madison found her calling with a collar around her neck attached to a chain. Her soul belonged to Satan whom she referred to as the devil. Vandella promised her all the fame and fortune in the mortal world she wanted, all in exchange for her soul in the other worldly realms. Across the veil, she would serve as a slave like many other Hollywood names before her. Vandella knew how to touch into her two favorite sins - vanity and lust, eager to make her earn her title as a sex symbol.
Deep down, she could not deny how much she loved her adventures. New friendships were forged through the time she spent in collars and chains, indulging herself in erotic acts. It was an honor to work to earn a collar and serve. Sometimes, Madison thought of the other actresses before her who had undoubtedly sold their souls. What Masters did they serve? It would not be until some years later she would learn about others at Hollywood parties reserved only for the most exclusive elites.
There was a certain sense of pride and honor that came with wearing those collars. Through the time of slavery to demons, Madison saw a freedom that was virtually unheard of in the mortal realms. A freedom away from stress, worries of the day-to-day life things to keep up with. Time was never a concern, not like it was in reality where PM and AM hours had true meaning. It was impossible for her to care about rumors or managing her image in the real world while she was in the other dimensional realms. In the House of Solomon she felt reborn.
Rumors had spread through Hollywood with celebrity gossip magazines often running stories about the many flings Madison had. One specific headline had caught eyes as she approached her thirties: what was one of the most famous actresses in the industry doing single? The stories made her laugh. No outsider would understand the meaning of having the La Mara name by the time she finally did choose to marry in the mortal world.
In exchange for her services to a kingdom in another dimension, Madison saw her Hollywood career explode. A year spent in the other world was equivalent to a day in the mortal world. When her Masters called for her, she knew what calls to make to prepare such rituals and venture back into the spiritual realms of Solomon, all in the name of the devil.
Some day in the future, her time would come to lead a new soul to Vandella. The cycle would repeat, just as it did for the person who introduced her to the woman. From vanity and greed to sin and lust, the game of fame was written in the name of Solomon.
On a night like this where she sat bored in her mansion, she knew that there other places that she could find herself more useful than worrying about an opportunity at an Oscar. A place she could always call her true home as she remembered the night she sold her soul...
To the devil his due...
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