Pacto com o Diabo [EN Subs] (#200 - Histórias Assombradas!)

Hello, Haunted Ones - I am Ana Paula, and I'm going to tell you a story. Pact with the Devil Well, this is a special story, to celebrate the 200th story told here Yeah guys, I've told 200 stories in this channel til today. And for the 200th, I decided to tell you this story we got by e-mail, It's special - Long, but very crazy.

It's worth watching to the end. Just so you know, the story vids that are like 6-10 min long are from stories of half a page. One page, sometimes, almost - well, half a page of text.

The one I'm telling now is 5 pages long. As I've said, it's a bit long, but worth listening to the end. A man's sent us this story anonymously, for obvious reasons, he doesn't want to be IDed.

He's even created an e-mail account with a name full of codes, and he did so just to send us this story - nothing else. So, he wants to tell and share his experience with everybody, mainly with those who think of making a pact with the Devil. Those who picture the Devil as being a scary creature, with terrifying appearance, are wrong.

In the three meetings he had with the Devil, he could notice and have the false impression he was dealing with extremely polite, beautiful, elegant and cultured people. He was born to a 'humble' family, and had always had the dream of earning a lot of cash, being a millionaire and whatnot. He says that, when 18, if you aren't a handsome guy, you won't get any girls.

And if you are poor, it's worse! So, in that obsession of becoming someone important and rich, he decided to make a pact with the Devil when he was 19 years old. So one would think he looked for books, a sorcerer, so he could make the pact.

. . Nope.

One night, at midnight, he simply manned up and went to a crossroad, amidst a sugar cane plantation. And there, he summoned Satan. He called out three times.

Waited for long - but nothing. Once again, he called out. Nothing.

For the third time, he called out again, and - nothing. So he gave up, turned his back and went away. Three days after that, he went to a quite-famous bar in the town, he was there with friends, relaxing, drinking a beer and such.

. . when, right in front of their table - which overlooked the street, a luxury sedan stops by.

And from that hell of a car, a man in his 30s got off he was very elegant and handsome, wearing clothes of a gangster - you know, like those gangster movies, Al Capone's. The had blond hair, blue eyes and was very polite. That man sat by he and his friends at the bar, and drank whisky for the entire evening, til they left.

He was a general helper at a battery factory, and on the next day, as soon as he got to work, the same man from the night before came into the sector he was working at. And walked towards him. He says that man had such a penetrating stare, he almost got hynotized.

So that handsome man got really close to him and said, 'Hello, Marcos. We are here, as we've heard your plea. ' He didn't get a thing.

'Plea? What plea? ' 'WE, who?

' And to his surprise, the man smile, laid his hand on his shoulder, and whispered at his ear, 'We'll be waiting for you at 6. ' And went away. He kept on working for the rest of the day, puzzled, thinking 'What does that man want from me?

' 'What's going on? ' So he asked around the factory if they knew who the man was and what he wanted, but when asked, people would say nobody had seen such man there. and didn't even know what he was talking about.

It was then something clicked - and he recalled his pact. Really? Would that man really be the Devil, whom he had summoned?

He always left work at a quarter to six and on his way to the bus stop, the same sedan, that luxury car, stopped by his side, opened its back door, and when he looked inside, that same man was there, again. No one knew that man, no one had seen that man anywhere, but there he was. Quickly, he glanced at his watch, and it was exactly 6 o'clock, the time he had scheduled.

He mentions that, explaining the feeling he had at that time was impossible - he himself couldn't believe that individual could be the Devil. It was a mix of dread, doubt and curiosity. But, as if seduced by the invitation, he decided to get in the car.

Inside the car, the silence was overwhelming. Then the guy went and asked who that man was; who he was, and what he wanted. And the answer was sinister.

'We are Many. And what we want - we want you to join us. ' 'Many?

What do you mean? And how could I join you? ' And he answered, 'This body of flesh is but a mediator between Us and you.

For we are Legion, my brothers and I want you to join us in servitude to our beloved master, Lucifer. ' 'In exchange, you are going to acquire all the wealth, and enjoy all the mundane pleasures, for as long as you are incarnate. ' He felt completely numb - cause yes, he wanted a pact in exchange for money, money, riches, women, and.

. . pfft!

But when he noticed that was really possible - and that he could be negotiating that with a Legion of demons - and more, in exchange, they wanted his soul, he was negotiating his soul with a Legion of demons, he confesses up that he got afraid. And that fear made him ask the man, (who in my mind can only look like Christian Grey! ) So he asked the man, 'What about God?

' 'Because, it's obvious that if YOU exist, God exists too. ' 'And how will I be, regarding God, if I give you my soul? ' 'When I die, am I really going to Hell, to burn forever?

' And the man replied with loud laughter, as if finding the boy's ignorance funny. It was like he was joking. So the man answered the following, 'Marcos, what God do you refer to?

' 'The great rival of our beloved master Lucifer? ' 'Be calm and relax. It's nothing but a big game of chess.

' 'Lucifer, the Great Architect, only wishes for good, happiness, and joy to what's pleasant to humans. ' 'His rival, the other "God" is the evil one, instead. ' 'He uses tragedies and misery to amass followers, he was able to mutilate his own son, only to amass followers as for the eternal fire and Hell, are nothing but another tactic he uses to threat his rivals and enemies'.

Then, speechless, he looked at the man once again and said, 'What do I need to do? ' Then the man just looked at the boy and gave him a black suitcase. The executive type, with golden ornaments.

And told him he should enjoy that week. But asked him to open the case only when at home. And as the man ordered, he did it.

He got off the car, the case in his hands, madly curious about it, so he rushed home and as soon as he got there, he opened the case. Much to his surprise, the suitcase was filled to the brim with cash. and along it all there was a big envelope, made out of thick, texture-like brown paper.

And it smelled bad, like rotten meat. It wasn't a strong scent though, you could only smell by when real close to it. At the time, comparing the value he earned back then to modern currency, in that case, there was the equivalent of 500k reais (150k US dollars) Ha, the guy was 19, so what did he do?

He tossed and kept the envelope somewhere, got all that money and went to a club. To the clu- to the clu- he went to the CLUB! That night, he was the big boss, full of cash and feeling golden, so he went out with his pals, drank, danced, and later went to a strip club, paid for exclusivity, Orgy was on the loose!

Sex, drinks and many women, all night on a binge. Wooo, bitches! Some days later, he had a new car, a new house, living a life of luxury.

And he thought the pact had already been made. He was just waiting for whatever else the Devil would bring him. But to his surprise, the pact hadn't been consumed yet.

So on that day, around midnight, he was laying down, watching TV with lights off when suddenly he saw a woman standing by. She was stopped by the door of his room. All he could see was her silhouette, due to the lighting from the TV He says the fright was so intense then, that he almost had a heart attack.

He was shaking in fear, 'cause after all, he was stunned by a person who came from out of nowhere in his room. Much like a ghost. So he manned up, turned the lights on and looked at the woman - who was gorgeous, BTW.

Gorgeous, smiling, and very sexy. Feeling calmer, he asked who she was. (Men are the worst!

You just need a gorgeous woman that can very well be a demon, and he goes like 'Hey, what's up? ;-]' ) So he asked, 'Who are you? ' And she replied with a very attractive, smooth voice, 'I'm the manager of your contract.

You can call me Empusa. ' He thought the name was weird, but didn't mind much. (After all, she was gorgeous and sexy, right?

) So she asked him to get that bad-smelling envelope that was in the money suitcase. He didn't think twice - got the papers and handed to her. She got that envelope, that paper, and left it on the nightstand beside his bed, and started approaching him.

She was tall, with really pale skin, and really straight and dark, black hair. Her eyes were also black, and her waistline was to drool for. She smelled really good, her legs were round and firm, She was wearing a party dress, long and red, with shining ornaments.

She got closer to him, and started kissing him! Feeling almost in trance and seduced by a desire he can't explain, And at the same time, with some fear too! After all, that woman had shown up rom nowhere!

He let her onto him, being seduced, and he says they did stuff he wasn't aware that could be done in bed. He felt indescribable sensations. That night, he had the most extraordinary sex and orgasm of his life.

(Kama sutra on the loose that night! ) They spent the night together - and on the next day, quite early, around 6 AM, he heard the interphone ring and got up to see what it was. And the woman was already up, all primped and beautiful.

But what's curious and interesting it's that those were totally different clothes from the night before. Curious, but never asking a thing, he looked around to see if he could find the party dress, but couldn't. And where had she brought those new clothes from?

Then, she looked at him and asked, 'Won't you answer the door? ' So he went to check who was ringing the interphone and what they wanted with him that early in the morning. When he opened the door, a man about 6 feet tall in his 20s, very well dressed, stepped inside right away.

And went on to sit on the couch and - it was so much info in his mind to process that he didn't even ask nor questioned anything - he left it be. From his room, young Empusa came towards him. She grabbed his right hand and started sucking his pointer finger.

He says it was quite exciting - til he looked down and saw that her feet were different - they looked to be made of gold, and were shaped like horse's or mare's feet. he got scared, but didn't have time to back off. At that moment, he bit his finger, making a deep cut, and it bled a lot.

Her teeth had also morphed, By then, she had shark-like teeth. Gorgeous, huh? So, as blood was flowing down, she got it and crossed his chest on the left side - he wasn't wearing a shirt, only shorts.

It was a signal - an inverted cross, in his own blood, on his chest. Then, the man who was sitting by in his house stood up, grabbed the foul-smelling paper, took it to him, and asked him to write, in his own blood, a few words. 'I, Marcos.

. . Doe, deliver myself to Lucifer.

. . .

. . and so it goes.

'Cause I won't salute him here, no way! Anyway, he polished Satan's apple, and refused God. And with those words, he had sold himself to Lucifer.

In the beginning, he hesitated to write that stuff, but he thought 'Well, I won't be able to live without the luxury, women, cars, these things. . .

' 'without all the comfort. . .

' So he gave in to temptation. As he did that, he felt in his chest that it was then he had at last made and consumed the pact with the Devil. As soon as that man left, he started to look the Empusa girl.

But she had vanished! Vanished into thin air - no traces left behind. She disappeared as if she had evaporated.

It was only then he became himself again, and then he could figure out that the man who had visited him was Satan himself. Days went by, and his life fell into routine. Then one day, about 40 days after the pact, he got a call from a multinational, summoning him to a meeting actually, an interview.

On the phone, they said he should attend to it, and that it was on his interests. It was about a 'deal' he had recently made, and his attendance was vital. Of course, he connected the dots and went there to know what it was about.

When he got to the office, he was welcomed by the receptionist in a very friendly manner, and was taken to the meeting room. There was a round - rather, an oval-shaped - table and about 20 chairs around that table, and a man sitting on each one. Only one was available, and it had been reserved for him.

All those men would then talk to him using his first name, as if they'd known him for years. But he had never met any of those men in his life. Now pay close attention, as this may be.

. . revealing.

So, the man who was sitting at the edge of the table stood up and said, 'Marcos, sit down. Now you're family - and in this family, we care for one another. ' He sat down and promptly asked what that was about, what was going on.

. . of course, he was feeling lost.

So he was informed, through long talks, that the multinational company was like a hobby to them. It was like a façade, so they could meet whenever they wanted. He mentions that the company is possibly one of the biggest ones in the world - the one the man referred to, the one he was in.

And there he was, totally lost, a newbie, disconnected from that world, What was he doing there? Among a lot of info of a world he didn't even imagine could exist. Everyone was very polite, and they handed him a current account card - his name was on it, and along with it there was an invoice, with info that showed his accounted held 5 million reais (about 1.

5 mil US dollars) It was all under his name, in his possession. Dazed, he asked 'Is this money the payment for the pact I made some days ago? ' And everyone looked kindly at him and said, 'Yes.

' And that it was just the beginning. On that same day, he was named director of that company, and was led to participate in a Masonic Lodge. As the days went by, he was introduced to influential politicians, famous entrepeneurs; attended to high-society parties, and met many artists that also had made a pact, such as himself.

His earnings were enviable, he bought an amazing house, an astonishing car, and could afford to show off whatever he wanted. Luxury was part of him, and he was part of luxury. And because of luxury, he ended up meeting a very famous actress.

Very well-known. And no, he doesn't say who she is - I got really curious as well. So they started going out, and afterwards they dated.

Even as a secret and not announcing to the media they were dating, one day he was taken to a party in London. And there, they went to a desolate place, very far from the city. It was a mansion, which looked medieval - you know, medieval style?

(This reminds me of Hellfire Club) When they got there, they had to wear black masks, and get fully naked. Only then they would go through a corridor that led to an underground hall. They had never commented on what happened in their meetings or parties when outside.

He was obviously very curious to what would happen then, so he thought, 'I'm game'. Inside the hall, the environment was very gaudy, yet very nice. In the middle of it, there was a round bed, and on the bed, a woman was standing.

Covered with a black cloth, waist and above. So you could only see her naked, from her belly to below. Standing on a round bed in the middle of the hall.

At her head's height, an iron bar had her arms stuck - she was restricted by it and it also held together the sheet that covered her to her belly. The entire scene was bathed in red lights, like those they use in motels and whore houses. Actually, all lights in the place were red.

On her face, a mask would hide her features. Around that bed, there were 5 beefy men, muscley, and. .

. naked, and. .

. ready to do it, if you know what I mean. And as soon as they noticed the man - the one telling us this story - entered the place, they started to have sex with that woman.

He froze up, watching it all - and was invited to participate. He was embarassed, but at the same time very excited, and decided to participate. He joined the fun.

All those men penetrated that woman, and when it was his turn, they took the sheet off and away from the girl. And set her arms loose. He was shocked with the reveal.

That gorgeous and sexy woman on that bed, was the actress he had been dating! He couldn't react. So that woman approached him, kissed him and whispered in his ear, 'You're not the only one with lil' secrets.

' Then that became a full-fledged fuck-a-thon, an orgy, everyone fucking everyone, one on top, another under, on the side, in the ear, the mouth, the nose. . .

and one in. . .

%$*@%¨&! Just the way the Devil loves it! If I do say so myself.

Fuck-a-thon went on madly the entire night. He mentions he's telling all these details so you can know how they control people and the world. Naturally, the relationship ended after that.

She was a tad promiscuous. But he couldn't complain - his life was good, he had everything he wanted, a life full of sex, luxury and power. And when he says 'Power', he he means the real power to give opinions and directly interfere with important decisions, including political and economical matters of our country.

The consequences were severely felt in Brazilian society. He had contact to representatives, senators, and even presidents - at the time. Later, when he was 22 - whoa, quite young, eh?

tired from all the orgies, and the loneliness caused by the futility of people who only think of money, he met this girl, a real nice girl with good principles, she was different than the people of his friends circle. He fell in love with her, got married and had two children together. But he lived a double life, as she was a very religious woman.

And he was a satanist. He hid that from her - she couldn't even wonder he was like that. He met that girl when he was 22, and they dated for 7 years.

When he was 29, they got married. She had always wanted to be a mother, but wasn't able to. Only after 11 years of marriage, she could get pregnant, her first child.

Two years later, the second one. When his second child was 2 years old, he got a visit one of the leaders of the organization he was part of. And that man brought him an ultimate and macabre order.

He ordered him to sacrifice his own child, in honor and worship to the Devil. He had to prove his love to his grandlord, Lucifer. Or else, he would suffer severe consequences.

Only then he thought to himself and noticed who he had become, and how awful and maleficent the people he had been with were. Ah, so NOW he had figured it out! ¬¬ He had been to satanic rituals, but never involving children.

And even worse, his own child. Under psychological pressure, but resisting, as those children had changed something inside him when they were born, he couldn't do anything to his children. So he decided to tell it all to his wife.

And she reacted in the worst ways possible - but, as she was very religious, and kind, she didn't leave him, she didn't separate from him. On the contrary, she said if he regretted it all in his heart, he would be free of that all, of that pact. He didn't think twice - he broke the pact with the Devil, left all his life of sins behind him, started to live a life with rectitude, even attending the church his wife did.

Three weeks in, he began to make charity with the money he had earned through diabolical means. He thought he would be safe there. That's what he felt, til he got the news that his wife had been kidnapped.

Days went by, and nothing else was heard about her. Then two weeks later, the terrible news came. They had found her body.

According to info from forensics, she had been chopped into pieces and used in a satanic ritual. Much like those he had been to. He felt it in his soul, the pain he had caused to other families.

And, very afraid of something befalling his children, he looked for help in many temples - but, nothing. Since then, he was visited by demons daily, at his home. The demons came in dark, shadowy figures that chilled his soul.

And. . .

he wasn't even fully recovered from his wife's death, when both of his children got sick, and he needed to take them to a doctor. on the way to the doctor's, a car accident reaped the lives of his two children. And he was left paralyzed, waist and below.

He broke his spine, so that made him lose movements of his legs, and ended up on a wheelchair. Today, he lives on a wheelchair, suffers from losing his beloved wife, and blames himself for the passing of his two kids. He's still tormented daily by the presence of demons, who make him wish for death, as the relief for so much pain.

He's lost all the money he once had, and is taunted by whisperings in his ears, demonic whispers, that say, 'You had everything we promised. Money, lust, power. Now we're taking what is ours.

Waiting for the day we come for you. ' In God, I trust! And this story is OVER!

What now, guys? That man contacted us just to tell it. He wanted to let it off his chest.

Sharing this story with many people, in an anonymous way, to say it's not worth it. Not worth it. So, either this guy has very good imagination and can write a book, if it's all a lie, or.

. . but what if it's all real?

He says it is. He didn't want to mention names or anything, inc. .

. He even created an email account just to send us this story, 'cause he doesn't want to be IDed. For obvious reasons.

After all, he states that Brazilian politics is involved with Satanism. Actors, actresses, entrepeneurs. .

. Guys, while I read this story, I pictured the movie 'Eyes Wide Shut' Actually, it's a movie that shows many things that could very well be true. Some days after the movie was.

. . released, got an award, whatever - Stanley Kubrick died.

Unexpectedly. Was he too 'loud' with his film? So here's a tip - if you haven't, watch Eyes Wide Shut and you'll see what I'm talking about.

Another tip is reading about Hellfire Club, in London. And, whenever I see the character of the Devil in this guy's story, I picture him as Christian Grey, from 50 Shades of Grey; and I have never read the book nor watched the film. The thing is, I don't doubt any of this, Ana Paula believes in a lot of stuff, and there's much hanging around.

. . and YOU?

Do you believe it? Do you want to make a pact in exchange for money and everything else? Here's the thing - there's a battle between God and the Devil.

The Devil is for. . .

He's the lord of this world, and the father of lies. He's going to tell you 10 true words to make you believe in a lie. He preaches carnal stuff, human, mundane and low pleasures.

God preaches the spirit, spiritual development. And, flesh is set aside, you see? Both can't be.

. . If you go towards flesh, you have low spirit, if you want an elevated spirit, you need less to be less carnal.

Most people live in a balance. They can manage. But there are people who prefer being very carnal and people who prefer to be spiritual.

And that's why people are vegetarian, they don't indulge in gluttony, there are people who practice celibate, like priests, they renounce sex and their carnal aspects and go towards spirituality. Not only in Catholicism - other religions, other beliefs renounce sex, food, and whatsoever, vanity, like monks who shave their heads, only some fabric covering the body, everything for spiritual evolution, which takes to closer to God. and everything involving sex with 5 dudes, goats, dogs, and whatsoever, and much money, lust, you see that everything is about sex when it's on the Devil's side?

There's even the music industry, which sexualizes any and all songs, even lyrics that don't talk about sex have a videoclip with sex in it. . .

and the Illuminati - ah, it's just too much to talk about! After this all, I have a Book Tip for you. The Book Tip today couldn't be any other: The Holy Bible.

You don't even need to go to our store, because you probably have one at home. Then. .

. There are many books inside here. .

. OK? Reading tip: Psalms 91, and so on.

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I'm concentrated, speaking of serious stuff, the pact and speaking of the Devil. . .

! Bye!