Zaalzegoth?

       …
       He cleared his throat. “Kyrie Adams, I have come to offer you your heart’s desire! What is the one thing you want most in the world?”
       Kyrie thought for a minute, absently clutching her doll. “Well…what have you got?”
       Zaalzegoth looked surprised. “What have I got? Uhh…anything you wish! I could conjure up a very nice pencil. Or a piece of string?”
       Kyrie shook her head. “Don’t you have anything good?”
       “In that case, how would you like to be able to understand what pelicans are thinking?” Kyrie looked at him as though he’d grown a fifth eye. He hastily continued, “or would you like a magical book that foretells what you’re going to eat for every meal for the next ten years?”
       “Why would I want any of those?”
       The devil looked desperate. “Okay, how about this. I might not have anything you want right now, but I have an uncle who’s very powerful. I’m sure if I asked, he’d grant you a big wish, like becoming president. Would you like that?”
       “Your uncle can make people president?”
       “He sure can! He’s done it before! Or, if you wanted, he could give you the power to fly.”
       “Fly like the birds?”
       “Yes! Exactly like the birds!” Zaalzegoth grinned.
       Kyrie looked sceptical. “What would it cost?”
       “Oh, nothing much. Certainly nothing you’d miss. All I’d ask in return is…your soul!”
       Kyrie shook her head. “No thank you. I read a story once about a man who sold his soul, and it didn’t have a happy ending.”
       The devil was disheartened. “Isn’t there anything you want? Anything in the entire world that you desire?”
       Kyrie thought for a moment. “Do you want to play dolls?”
       “In exchange for your soul?”
       “No.”
       “Oh. Then no.”
       …

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