The Devil leered down at Cain, wreathed in rubicund flame and shadowy ashen smoke. His eyes, twin points, broiling in the darkling night. Cain, his appearance absurdly unremarkable, held his chin high; it would have been a lie to say his eyes didn't betray a flash of panic. 'Let me guess - you want to make a deal.' Cain braced himself and stared defiantly upwards at the Devil. 'My brother, Abel, and I, we're having a contest of speed. You're going to help me win.' 'Will I?' susurrated the Devil. 'You will turn me into a hare; my brother a tortoise.'
by Holly Blamey (13)
Nunnery Wood High School, Worcester
Competition - Grim Tales
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