A group of aviation enthusiasts had gathered at a local airport hangar for their weekly poker game. As they played, they noticed a new guest who had joined their group – a mysterious man with a quiet demeanor and an air of darkness about him.
As the night wore on, the group began to suspect that their new guest might not be who he claimed to be. His knowledge of aviation history was unparalleled, yet none of them could recall ever seeing him before. And the way he talked about flying seemed almost otherworldly, as if he had a supernatural understanding of the mechanics of flight.
As the game went on, tensions began to rise. Each player seemed to be on edge, waiting for some sign that their suspicions were true. And then, in a moment of desperation, one of the players accused the new guest of being the Devil himself.
The room fell silent as the accusation hung in the air. The new guest simply smiled and asked if anyone would like to see him fly. Without waiting for a response, he strode out onto the tarmac and climbed into an airplane that was parked nearby.
The group watched in awe as the plane took off, soaring higher and higher into the night sky. It was as if the Devil himself had taken control of the aircraft, performing stunts and maneuvers that no mortal pilot could ever dream of.
And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, the new guest disappeared into the darkness, leaving the group stunned and shaken.
For years afterwards, the members of the poker group would tell the story of the Devil who came to play. Some believed it was just a tall tale, while others insisted that they had witnessed something truly supernatural that night. But no matter what they believed, one thing was certain – they would never forget the sight of that plane soaring through the night sky, as if driven by a force beyond mortal understanding.
