How could I have been so stupid? Betting my soul in a game of poker? Was I really that depressed to gamble my soul for an eternity in hell?
About to fold a voice in my ear stayed my hand. What did he say?
‘You can’t lose what already belongs to me.’ the voice said.
I looked again, there was the king, a royal flush.
I finally understood and smiled back at the devil who frowned.
Once again, the King saved my soul.