Rock God

Chapter Fourteen: The Deal

As I looked over at Diablo my eyes widened in complete and utter shock and horror because I realized that he had a shiny silver gun inside his back pocket and I just hoped and prayed that he wasn't planning to use it on me since I thought that currently I was the only person that could die.

"Notice the D?" Diablo inquired. "It doesn't stand for my dick even though it's a big one." He replied as DJ just simply scowled at him while he blew a puff of smoke in his face making him cough.

"It's bad enough that you have such foul language in the first place, but now you're speaking like that in front of my boy." He growled as Diablo flicked some of the ashes off his cigarette onto his shoe.

"I think I liked it better without a body." He told him as Jesus and Hope looked just as pissed off as DJ was but of course none of them would ever phrase it like that. That's when suddenly Samson started growling as well. "I see you also got a dog." Diablo began while lighting his cigarette again. "I don't like them much."

"Well that's just fine with us since we don't like you very much. Now go back to Hell Satan!!" DJ hollered angrily at him. "Or Diablo or whatever the heck your name is!!" He told him but that's when suddenly Diablo chuckled maliciously.

"You want me gone? You got it. However, we aren't in Heaven anymore and down here on earth you can't get something for nothing." He told him before blowing a few more puffs of smoke. "So here's the deal, I'm sick and tired of you always getting the attention and now it's my turn. I rule over this domain anyways. And I hate rock, it makes me want to puke just as much as looking at your ugly mug does to me." He began.

"Shut up." I growled and that's when slowly Diablo turned his head to look over at me.

"You must be Dawson. Yes, I've heard all about you. Your father was so saintly and goody-goody that I knew that in the end that cancer would be the only way of ending him. Luckily for me, I have a really good way of ending you. DJ's so called rock talent against my rap talent. Whoever wins gets to keep you and your soul, and whoever loses,.. well,.. looks like they will be parting ways with you forever. All I've got to say is that you better hope that your man DJ wins, otherwise you're going to burn up like a sidewalk on a summer day." He said and at that moment he grabbed ahold of his cigarette in his left hand and melted it reducing it to lava and ash.

"I'm not scared of you." I began while glaring angrily at him. "DJ's better than you'll ever be and he's going to whoop your ass again just like he did the first time when he banished you from Heaven." I finished but that's when a rather large grin stretched a crossed Diablo's face.

"I like ya kid, you have spunk. And it's going to be great torturing you for all of eternity. Hey yo DJ, remember me?" He began with an introduction to his song and rap. "For it's been quite an eternity!!" He belted out while he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and as he shoved him aside, he fell onto the ground and then Jesus and Hope quickly helped him up and continued glaring at Diablo while he started to rap.

"For every devil used to be an angel, yet I was tired of getting crap from you always telling me what to do!" He rapped before he started to sing again. "Now I get to be me! Now I get to be as bad and evil as I wanna be! For I answer to nobody but myself!!!" He belted out.

"And now I'm about to raise some hell." He said with an extremely evil and malicious laugh before starting to rap again. "You see it's like this I got a plan for sweet revenge, it's your talent against the kid and I can't wait to see how this story's gonna end. You see if you win, Mickey is free to go, but if I win, I get to keep his soul.

Well there, now ya got it my offer's laid out clean on the table, and when it comes to my word it's firm and stable. I will leave the kid alone if you win then you both go, but if not I get his soul. Am I clear? Ready to sign it in blood just like the kind you lost at the cross, so if you're ready sign it red remember if you lose the kid's as good as dead!!" He rapped before holding up this ancient scroll in front of DJ's face.

DJ heaved a sad sigh and looked at me solemnly. "No DJ don't do it!!" I cried out before DJ bit his finger and then pressed it up against the scroll on the bottom line.

"Sorry Champ, I don't have a choice." He told me while Diablo rolled the scroll back up again and he just simply sneered at DJ again.

"Oh and one more thing before you go,.. since you're evil you wouldn't know,.. but it sure is good,.. to be bad to the bone." He rapped and with one more thunderous and malicious laugh he transformed into an Egyptian Cobra with glowing devilish red eyes. With one great big and loud hiss he quickly slithered away.

"DJ, what the hell do you think you were doing making a deal with that guy!? What if you lose!?" I cried out frantically.

"I can't." He responded. "And don't worry Champ, no matter what I promise you that I will keep you safe. Didn't you just say yourself that I could do it? Well, in me all things are possible. Just have more faith in me then in that evil bastard." He told me as I stifled a laugh.

"Did God just cuss?" I inquired.

"Yeah but only this one stupid time because he really is an evil bastard so I don't find it to be sinful. Come on, let's go home and start rehearsal." He told me with a rather warm and loving affectionate smile before all four of us headed towards the parking lot.