Gains and Loses

Zara held the dice in her trembling hand, feeling its weight and shape. She looked at the three devils in front of her, who were grinning wickedly and eagerly. They had offered her a deal that she could not refuse. A chance to become a god by playing dice with them. All she had to do was roll the dice and hope for an even number. If she won, she would ascend to the heavens and join the ranks of the gods. If she lost, she would descend to the hells and become one of them.

She knew it was a foolish and dangerous gamble, but she had nothing to lose. She had been a slave all her life, abused and exploited by her masters. She had no family, no friends, no hope. She had always dreamed of being free and powerful, of being able to change her destiny and the world. She had always wondered what it would be like to be a god.

She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer. She opened them and threw the dice on the ground. It bounced and rolled, making a clattering sound. She held her breath and waited for them to stop.

She looked at the dice and saw the numbers, 3.

She felt a surge of horror and despair. She had lost. She had doomed herself to eternal damnation.

The devils laughed and cheered, clapping their hands and slapping their tails. They grabbed her by the arms and dragged her towards a dark portal that opened behind them.

"Welcome to hell, my dear," one of them said mockingly. "You're one of us now."

Zara screamed and struggled, but it was useless. She was pulled into the portal, which closed behind her.