Seth.

Four: Hell's most wanted

He starts to clap slowly.
"Ha. Ha." He grins.
"Bravo, boy-o."
"H-How are you here?" I trembled.
"This is a city of angels. Angels! You're not-"
He turns back at me, and gives me the stink eye.
"Now.. I was angel once, boy-o.. why do you think I don't belong here anymore?" He looks at me.
I looked at him, then stepped back.
What should I say?
"You said it yourself, was. No longer one. You're the devil! God put a curse on you, you're the complete opposite of an angel." I fire.
He puts the palm of his hand on my neck.
"Don't. Try me." His grip becomes harder.
I try to free from his grip, but it's way too strong.
"Ok.. ok! I will help you under a few conditions." I try to speak out of his strangle, that can barely make me breathe.
He looks at me, then he breaks loose from me.
"Alrighty, then." He backs away.
"What conditions are you ordering?" He asks.
"I just need answers." I say.
He looks at me with a chuckle.
"No can do, boy-o." He folds his arms.
"Then our deal is off!"
I will say that I am a chicken. I am not a gentleman. I scream like a 6-year-old girl, its actually not funny.
"I can tell you one thing." He says.
"But you have to say yes first."
I look at him.
"No."
"Then I'll just kill you.. slowly." He smiles obnoxiously.
"Can you at least tell me what its like out there? Is peaceful? Will I ever get to go back home, or at least go outside? I've been stuck here for almost a year." I ask.
"Ok." He simply says.
"Ok?" I ask.
"But just so you know, I'm not doing this out of the kindness of my heart. I mean I am the devil, and you can't spell devil without evil." He smirks.
I look at him.
"What?" I ask.
"I will get you out of this room, if!" He says.
"If?" I repeat.
"You kill everyone you meet in this city." He says.
"Kill angels?" I ask.
"Let's not be specific here. Everyone you meet dies. Understand?" He ask.
"And all I get in return is just answers and out of this hole you call a room?" I ask.
"Hm? I guess so?" He says.
"I want more than that." I order.
"Sorry, not a miracle worker or a genie, Devil. Don't forget that." He winks.
"Or I can just kill you right here right now." He says.
I took time to think.
Kill or to be killed?
I would rather be killed, than do the killing myself.
But I don't want to die.
"Kill me." I say.
"Okie dokie, boy-o."
He looks at me in the eyes, deeply.
Then all of the sudden, I stopped breathing.
I started choking.
Blood started coming out from my nose and eyes.
Then it got harder and harder as the minutes pass by.
"Stop."
I let out a big breath.
Then panting quickly.
I look to my right, and see a short chubby figure.
"Stop it, or I'll tell." He says.
Satan looks at the figure, and laughs.
"Tell who? God? Angels? Pfft I am stronger than you think.. they don't scare me anymore you idiot." He chuckles.
The figure starts to clear out.
"Who- who is this?" I ask.
"Hi, I'm Aiden. It's a shame to meet you this way, Seven." He says.
"Aiden? What are you?" I ask.
"Its not that frequent i get this question, but I guess you're just a little carried off since you're the only one who met Satan. Well you are the chosen one so yeah."
I still looking at him with the word 'huh?' Written all over my face.
"I'm the king of hell, you ass." He says.
"Oh great, I'm stuck between four walls and a ceiling with the king of hell and Satan. Just what I needed." I sarcastically mention.
"Did you know you're hell's most wanted? People would kill just to look at you. Imagine what they'd do to capture you?"