The Man Who Sold His Soul: A Billionaire’s Dark Secret: A Story
The world knew him as Adrian Vance—a billionaire, a visionary, a man whose name echoed in the halls of power and wealth. He graced the covers of financial magazines, his piercing blue eyes staring down at the masses as if he owned the world. And in many ways, he did.
But behind the polished suits, the private jets, and the philanthropic gestures lay a darkness so deep, so ancient, that even demons shuddered at his name.
THE LURE OF POWER
Adrian’s wealth was not merely the result of wise investments or hard work. It was bloodstained wealth, acquired through a sinister practice as old as time. He sought young, fertile women—not for love, not for companionship, but for their wombs. He left behind a trail of broken women and children who would never know a father’s love.
Each child, abandoned. Each woman, discarded.
And yet, his fortune grew. His influence expanded.
“For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” (Matthew 16:26)
THE FIRST SACRIFICE
It began when Adrian was just a young entrepreneur, desperate to succeed. He had tried everything—networking, studying, even bribery—but his rise was slow. That’s when a shadowy figure approached him at a secluded club in New York.
“Power has a price,” the man had whispered. “Are you willing to pay it?”
Adrian laughed at first. “I have money,” he said.
The man shook his head. “Not money. Life.”
Adrian was intrigued. He listened as the man described an ancient ritual, one that required the seed of the powerful to be sown into the wombs of many women—women chosen not for love, but for the life they carried within them. The more children he fathered, the stronger his dominion would grow. The more suffering he caused, the deeper his power would root itself into the world.
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” (Jeremiah 17:9)
And so, Adrian agreed.
A LEGACY OF RUIN
Years passed. His fortune multiplied as he fathered child after child, leaving behind a trail of sorrow. The women never knew the full truth until it was too late. He would charm them, whisper promises of love and devotion, and then vanish once they were with child. His contracts and lawyers ensured they could never reach him.
He did not hold his children. He did not speak their names. He never saw their faces. To him, they were mere transactions—keys to an empire of darkness.
“Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.” (Isaiah 59:7)
And yet, the world celebrated him. He was called a genius, a benefactor, a man of vision. No one saw the pain he left behind, the women weeping in the night, the children staring at their absent fathers' shadows, longing for a man who had long since sold his soul.
THE CURSE BEGINS
Then the nightmares came.
Adrian began waking up in cold sweats, hearing cries in the darkness. The voices of the children he abandoned called out to him in his sleep. He saw their hollow eyes, their tears, their desperation.
The demons that had once served him now tormented him.
One night, as he stared into the mirror, he saw not his own reflection, but a twisted, grotesque version of himself—his face aging unnaturally, his hands turning black as if rotting from within.
“Be sure your sin will find you out.” (Numbers 32:23)
His empire began to crumble. Business deals fell through. His health declined rapidly. The once-charismatic billionaire became a recluse, avoiding cameras and public appearances. Rumors swirled of his deteriorating mental state, of the eerie wails heard from his mansion at night.
But nothing terrified him more than the children. The ones who were now grown. The ones who knew what he had done.
And they were coming.
THE CHILDREN’S VENGEANCE
One by one, they found each other. The sons and daughters of Adrian Vance connected through whispers, through online groups, through the shared emptiness of their souls. They had no father, but they had a mission.
To end him.
The night they came, Adrian sat alone in his mansion, drowning in whiskey and regret. The front door creaked open. He saw their faces—dozens of them. His blood, his flesh. But their eyes held no love. Only justice.
“Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbour's service without wages, and giveth him not for his work.” (Jeremiah 22:13)
Adrian Vance was never seen again.
Some say he fled. Some say he took his own life. Others whisper that the children took him, that his soul was the final payment for the fortune he once craved.
But the world moved on. His empire collapsed. His name became a warning.
THE WARNING TO ALL
Many men follow in Adrian’s footsteps, seeking power through wickedness, thinking their sins will remain hidden. But the Almighty sees all.
“For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.” (Ecclesiastes 12:14)
And in the end, the darkness always claims its own.
