"Double-down," he advised.
"What does that mean?" I inquired.
He looked at me like I look at my dog after he's been chasing his tail. Slightly amused, and pitying. I wanted to slap the expression off his face.
"It just means to double your bet. Greater risk, but greater reward."
"How can I bet double? You know I don't have enough to cover that."
"Sure you do," he smiled, "everyone has two lives to give. This one, and the next."
"You mean my s-soul?" I stuttered.
"It's not like you're using it anyway."
"Alright," I agreed. "I'll wager my soul on it. Now hit me."
He turned over the card; a nine of spades. My hand added up to 22. I couldn't believe it. In a single hand I'd lost everything. My life, and my soul, all gone.
"You know what that means," He taunted.
"I know," I returned, "you beat me fair and square. My soul is yours."
I felt a prickling at the back of my head as my horns began to grow out. A tail also began poking out through my now red skin.
"I'm going to enjoy this," he gloated, "not everyday one beats the Devil."