The Black Pit

By David James Searle

A man with evil urges sells his soul to Satan in return for earthly power and wealth. After many years of abuse and depravity the man decides he no longer wishes to honour the deal and travels into the Black Pit of hell in order to steal back the soul contract. He meets a debauched female who travels with him. They share extreme insanity, depravity and lust... not for the faint hearted!! Contains ridiculous amounts of gratuitous sex and violence of a perverted and extreme nature... though it is actually meant as a comedy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JazzClaw Publishing
• Release date: Dec 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311465337

David James Searle

British author of dark, erotic and experimental fiction with a twisted sense of humor...The books I write are weird, dark and often contain material which is shocking or extreme. I sometimes find my own writings unpleasant and distasteful. More than once I have destroyed my work in an effort to escape the thought that a nice guy like me could write such horrific scenes and generate such shocking ideas. I have struggled hard and long to become a more 'mainstream' 'civilised' author but something deep within me needs to come out on paper - and I am very glad its only on paper...

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The Black Pit

Copyright 2013 David James Searle

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue (Optional)

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Chapter One

A long time ago, I began looking for a gateway to Hell. Don’t ask me why, the answer is too frightening. All I know is that I have to get there and somehow retrieve a piece of paper with some blood on it. My blood.

During my teenage years I became obsessed with the occult and anything to do with horror and magic. I was fascinated by the idea of hidden knowledge & power and tried every way I knew of gaining immense riches for myself.

One dark rainy night I got hold of an old book of magical spells which had been passed to me by a friend who knew of my interest in the dark arts. I studied the book avidly, amazed at the magical incantations described within its yellowing pages.

About half way through the book I came upon the information I had been looking for - a list of the steps I needed to take in order to gain all earthly desires. It was a fairly simple ritual which could be completed quickly from the comfort of my own bedroom. All I had to do was write out a contract with the Devil and sign it with my own blood.

My plan was to sell my soul to Satan in return for a life of riches & power.

It was quickly done. Within an hour I had two copies of the contract in my hand. One copy for me, the other for the Evil One. According to the book, I was to place Lucifer’s copy of the document under a black light at midnight.

At first I didn’t know where I was going to get such a thing – surely blackness was the negation of light. Then I had the idea of painting the bulb from my bedside lamp with some black paint I had left over from my last model aircraft build. I quickly made myself a black light which gave a strange dark glow when I switched it on.

I set up the lamp on my table and put a copy of the newly blood-signed contract beneath the black bulb. Then I went to sleep, slightly apprehensive though strangely excited.

When I awoke next morning, I instantly looked to see if the contract was still where I had left it. A sudden shaft of panic opened up in my soul as I saw that the Devil’s contract had vanished. I searched my entire room looking for it, but it was gone. The deal had been done.

From that point on, my life changed dramatically. Everything I touched turned to gold, everything I desired came to me.

It started with Ruth, a girl I had fancied for some time but who had shunned my clumsy advances on more than one occasion. The very next morning I got a phone call from her, asking me if I wanted to meet up later that day. I jumped at the chance.

When we met in the woods near her house, she seemed changed somehow, like she had suddenly had a revelation and seen the error of her ways.