Once upon a time, I made a deal with a man named John. He had come to me, desperate for a solution to his financial problems. I offered him a way out: in exchange for a boon each time, he would sell every child he would ever sire to me.

At first, it seemed like a good deal for both of us. John received the financial help he needed, and I was able to add more souls to my collection. But as time went on, I realized that John was not the ordinary man I thought he was.

You see, John was a sperm donor. And as his popularity grew, so did the number of children he sired. Soon, I was overwhelmed with the influx of souls and didn't know what to do with them all.

As the situation spiraled out of control, I grew angry and resentful towards John. I had never intended for our deal to result in such chaos. But I didn't care about the children he had sold to me. As the Devil, it was my job to collect souls, no matter the means.

In the end, I came up with a plan. I would offer John a new deal: he could have back all of the children he had sold to me, on one condition. He had to agree to never father any more children again, for the rest of his life.

But to my surprise, John refused to take back his children. He said he no longer wanted them, and that he was content with the life he had built for himself without them.

I didn't care about John's decision. I was the Devil, and I would do what I wanted with the souls in my possession. So I kept the children, locking them away in my underworld where they would suffer for all eternity.

But that wasn't enough for me. I wanted to make John suffer as well, for his betrayal and his refusal to take back his own children. So I cursed him, condemning him to a life of misery and despair.

Every night, John would be visited by the ghosts of his children, who would haunt his dreams and torment him with their cries of anguish. He would never find peace, never be able to escape the guilt of what he had done.

In addition to the ghosts, I also cursed John with a never-ending thirst for alcohol. He would drink to numb the pain of his curse, but it would only make things worse. The more he drank, the more he would see his children's ghosts, and the more he would suffer.

As the years passed, John's life fell apart. He lost his job, his home, and everything he had worked for. And as he struggled to survive on the streets, he was constantly haunted by the knowledge of what he had done.

But the story doesn't end there. John's fate is still unknown, as he continues to suffer under my curse. Will he ever find redemption, or will he be doomed to live out the rest of his days in misery? Only time will tell.

(Generated by AI, revised by myself)