In Love With A Demon

Welcome To Hell

This is y/n, she just killed her parents... In her sleep. Now of course, most people would be, perhaps, a little shaken after just accidentally sleep-murderd their parents. But Y/n was not most people.
See, Y/n has been struggling with the overwhelming desire to kill things all her life. You could say she had some mildly homicidal tendencies. No, what made Y/n so uneasy... Was what she'd have to do next.

*You are now looking down at an old friend*

"Well old friend. Never thought I'd find myself at your business end." She said holding on to the knife looking at her reflection in the knife. "Hmm, last words..? Eulogy..? I suppose it doesn't really matter..." She says still looking off. "It's not like anyone's listening or watching me right now." She jabs the knife into her stomach, falling into the whole everything is now fading away.

Y/n's P.O.V
"Welcome to Hell. Would you like a hand?" A tall man with orange reddish hair, who I can only assume is the devil says to me. "Ah, sure! Thank you, sir." He flips me over into another room, "This is my office. Have a seat. Do you know why you're here, Ms. L/n?" I ponder about it for not to long. "Because I... killed my parents?...killed myself..." I say looking around the room, not wanting to look into his eyes. "Yeah, well, I'd kill my parents too if they named me Y/n." "Well, where's all the brimstone and fire? Why am I not being tortured as we speak? Suffering for all eternity?!!" I say over exaggerating on my hand gestures.

"Oh, don't sound so desperate, kid! See, I'm currently in the process of having Hell renovated." He says walking over to the other side of his desk. "Everyone's off the hook right now. The only one suffering... is ME!" He then looked back over to me. "Would you look at this place? It's a freakin' mess. The gluttons and the lawyers are in the middle of what looks like a turf war... The murderers have been hanging out with the network executives... That simply can't be a good influence on them." He sighs, "The murderers or the network executives?" I question to him. "EITHER!!" He mumble yells as he grabs onto my shirt, *Dramatic sobbing* "So... what's gonna' happen?" I say rubbing his back.

"What's gonna' happen is I'm gonna' make you an offer." He holds onto me and then puts his arm around me, "Oh! You mean like a deal with the Dev-" I giggle. "I mean like a job offer! Oh, come off it, L/n, I already have your soul! Y'think I'm gonna' challenge you to a fiddling contest or something?" He then walks me back over to the other side of the room, "Anyway! The truth is, kiddo, you remind me of myself." He says sweetly, which I find odd seeing I'm girl? And he's the Deval? "Yourself? B-but you're-" he cuts me off and spins me around. "Mephistopheles. Please, call me Mephistopheles." I look up at him and giggle, "Well as long as we're gonna' be all 'buddy-buddy' about it, you can call me Y/n!" I smile. "Alright, L/n! Y/n it is." I sit down and look up at him. "O-Kay then, let me just pull up your file... You know, you'd think being on a separate plane of existence and all we'd have something a bit more sophisticated then a file cabinet, (I then see a Microsoft computer) but you'd be wrong. So! Tell me, Y/n! How'd you get in to the whole killing people thing?" He says looking for my file, "Well it's... It's kind of personal..." I say rubbing my neck. "I won't tell a soul!" I chuckles, "Well I mean it's... It's a long story..." I say looking off to the side, he then pulls out the rest on the cabinet *gasp* "Oh I've got an eternity." He chuckles more at me gasping. "Do you ever plan to stop responding in clever puns?" I giggle back, "When this place freezes over! Ah-ha! Found it!" He then closes the cabinet without even touching it?! "Now Y/n, this demonary position I'm about to offer you is kind of a big deal. You'll be associated to a human counterpart. It is your job to haunt... *starts to smile*...torment... *smile starts to fade* Pester...*now confused* and be a general nuisance to this human until eventually, he, uh, y'know... Punches his own ticket." *Jumps up and down excitingly* "We may be under construction but we still have a quota to--" I cut him off, "You mean I get to kill people?!" I giggle standing up. "Not exactly. You get to help people kill themselves." "Hmm... and if I decline your offer?" I sinker, "You won't." He smiles down at me. "Ha, well... I can't argue with that!" I laugh, "Your first assignment is in there. You work 5 days a week, nine to five...and you get weekends off!(mumbling) She only gives Sunday's off, y'know...and I'm the bad guy.... She doesn't even offer dental!..."

Name: Napoleon Sowachowski
Age: Teen
Hair: Messy
Likes: His hat
I then look more at his photo, 'Huh?'....

A/N:
That's all for now! You will meet Sock soon just not at the moment!😋😘
This story is dedicated to JadedFantasies231
Please go Follow her !!! All the credit for the story idea of Y/n and Sock switching goes to @JadedFantasies231
And all the credit of Welcome To Hell goes to Erica Wester as well as the characters. I hope you like this so far!☺️☺️☺️