City Bag

The Offer

Chapter two
Buffy's dialect [Bolded and Slanted]
Mephistopheles' dialect [Just Bolded]

[even hell can get comfy
once you've settled in]

"Hell?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "Yeah, you know hell" he said folding his hands and pulling me up from the floor.

"Do you know why you're here, Miss. Lane?" He asked. "I killed my parents, I killed myself" I said watching him lean on the desk. "I mean I would too if they named me Buffy" he commented.

"Well, where's all the brimstone and fire? Why am I not being tortured as we speak? Suffering for eternity!" I yelled confused to what I was told hell was like.

"Oh, don't sound so desperate, kid. See, I'm currently in the process of having hell renovated. Everyone's off the hook right now. The only one suffering is me" He stated.

"Would you look at this place? it's a mess. The gluttons and the lawyers are in the middle of what looks like a turf war" he said pulling the blind on his door.

"The murderers have been hanging out with the network executives that simply can't be a good influence on them."

"The murderers or the network executives?" I asked watching shiver at the sight in front of him.

"EITHER!" He yelled grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards him.

He let me go and started to sob, out of awkwardness I asked "So, what's gonna happen then?"

"What's gonna happen is I'm going to give you an offer."

"Oh! You mean like a deal with the Dev-" I said before being interrupted.

"No I mean like a job offer" he said rolling his eyes and continuing. "Oh come of it, lane, I already have your soul you think I'm going to challenge you to a fiddling contest or something?"

"Anyway! Kid you remind me of myself"

"Yourself? But you're-

"Mephistopheles. Call me Mephistopheles."

"Well as long as were going to be 'buddy buddy' about it, call me Buffy"

"Alright, lane, Buffy it is"

"Okay let me look through your file" he said before pulling the drawers back and looking for my name.

"You know you think being on a separate plane of existence and all, we'd have something a bit sophisticated than a file cabinet but you'd be wrong."

"So! Tell me Buffy how did you get into the killing people thing" he asked rather rude.

"Well it's kind of personal" I said slowly.

"I won't tell a soul" he replied.

"Well I mean it's a long story"

"Well I got an eternity"

"Do you ever plan to stop responding in clever puns?" I asked sarcastically.

"When this place freezes over" he replied.

"Aha! Found it" he said interrupting the both of our thoughts.

"Now Buffy, this demonary position I'm about to offer you is a big deal, you'll be assigned to a human counterpart. It is your job to haunt, torment, pester, and be a general nuisance to this human until eventually he, you know, purchases his own ticket."

"We may be under construction but we still have a quota to-"

"You mean I get to kill people?!" I asked a bit excited to what my offer may be.

"Not exactly, you get to help people kill themselves"

Song used in this chapter;
hospitals for souls
bring me the horizon