A/N: please note that none of the art was created by me, and all credit for the art goes to the artists. The plotline is original, and is a figment of my imagination. There are LGBTQ+ characters in this story, and if you disapprove of that then I would advise you to leave.
A quick description of the main character: Her name is Samena. She's a completely ordinary sixteen-year-old girl; about to get her driver's license, hangs out late with friends- has occasional crashes from her bipolar disorder.
But then one night she meets a boy in a dark alley. She's never seen him before. He makes her promise to see him again. And in doing so, she begins to sell her soul to the devil.
What would you do if you met Satan in the ghetto? Would you kiss him, kill him.... Or vow to be his eternal slave?
Warning: Language
Ring, Ring! Ring, Ring!
"Aughh," Samena mumbled in protest. She felt around on her nightstand for a moment before placing her hand on her digital alarm clock. She sighed in relief as the insistent ringing stopped. Her hand flopped over the side of her bed. Today is... Wednesday. Right? Yes.
Samena sighed mournfully and slowly stood up, wincing at the pains in her lower back. Is this what being an old man feels like? She wondered absently. Samena glanced at her clock. The time was 8:07. "Fuck," she hissed. Did I seriously press snooze four times?! "I'm going to be late." Again. One more tardy and she would be given detention after school on Friday, which would mean not being able to go to the bar with Bianca and Lydia. School started at 8:45, and she would have to catch a ride from her mother. Almost. I almost passed my driver's test. Next time, maybe. No, wait. Definitely. I have to pass next time.
Samena yanked open her drawers and put on her skinny jeans and black hoodie. She wore the same thing every day; the jeans were beginning to unravel at the ankles, and the hoodie had some strange dark stains on the sleeves. I just showered last night, she reasoned, waving away the bathroom entirely and running downstairs. She slipped on her sneakers and slung her book bag around her shoulder (MHA themed, obviously. Like, why the hell wouldn't it be?)
She ran back upstairs, taking the steps two at a time; she snatched her cell phone off of her nightstand and ran back down. "Mom!" She screamed, and ran the door. She opened the door and hopped into the car, without waiting for her mother's response. She checked her phone, 8:23. Samena opened the door a bit, yelling "MOM!!" Again for good measure.
About thirty seconds later, her mom slid into the car, her hair a mess, bags under her eyes, a cup of coffee in her hand. She turned the keys and started the engine. "It's almost 8:30, Mom," Samena laughed. "How were you still in bed?"
"I could ask you the same question," her mom replied, backing out of their long driveway and taking a sip of coffee before driving down the road.
They drove in silence the whole ride. Samena checked her phone after a couple miled. You coming?? Popped up from Bianca, 8:38 A.M.
Samena sighed and rested her phone down. The car slid into the drop-off zone, and she burst out of the car, running (and almost tripping on the curb) into the school. She checked her phone again. 8:42. There was still a chance! Samena ran through the halls, ignoring a teacher that yelled from a classroom behind her, "Ayy! Slow down, ya lil' bitch!!"
She burst into her first period English class and sat in her seat, gasping for breath. Five seconds later, the bell rang, four rings descending in pitch.
Samena sighed in relief and began to listen to her English professor's droning voice.
