Satan Sells me my Soul

Say What you Want About Satan, but He's got Style

Right. Plan's been made, now it's time to get to the Vatican.

"Oh, by the way, demon's can only fly west to east," Lucifer chimed in. I had made my way to the top of my apartment building and shifted to my demonic form and was about to take flight.

"Seriously?" I asked, in my gravely demon voice. It was sorta scratchy whenever I spoke, but that might have been do to the fact that my throat always felt dry no matter how much water I drank. Probably due to the fact that demons come from Hell, a place where it's burning hot. Actually yeah, that makes a ton of sense.

"Of course," Lucifer said innocently, his face sincere, "Why would I lie to you?"

"You lied about not knowing how to get into the Vatican," I reminded him.

"I didn't lie, I just hid certain truths in order to manipulate you," He said.

"Did you just quote Supernatural?" I sighed.

"Maybe. Anyway, it's true. You'll have to fly across the world, going west to east," Lucifer explained

"God dangit," I said. Okay maybe I said something a little stronger.

"Hey!" Lucifer exclaimed, "Don't use my dad's name in vain! Otherwise you'll still end up coming down to see little old me."

I hobbled to the other side of the roof and extended my wings to their 12 foot span. The bat like wings glowing in the darkness. This trip was gonna be a long one. Especially because Lucifer seemed determined to watch me make this trip from my apartment in Queens, New York (yep, I lived in the same neighborhood as Spider-Man. I'm a nerd) all the way to the Vatican. I breathed in the air, and jumped from the roof.

Flying wasn't exactly how you picture it. Most people look at birds and think that it's easy. Well I'm assuming birds have it easy cause those things don't have arms AND wings. I only just realized that I should probably have asked for flight lessons before jumping.

"Spread your wings and let the air currents keep you aloft, you absolute walnut!" Lucifer shouted.

Idiot, I should have thought of that. I spread my wings and felt the wind stabilize me. I looked around as I glided and saw Lucifer flying next to me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting Lucifer's wings to be hot pink. And I mean hot pink. Like not even Umbridge would wear that pink. They also had sparkles. I guess the devil liked having flare. Anyway it felt good to fly, I felt like I was free of all of my earthly problems. Until I slammed face first into a tree.

"LOOK OUT!" Lucifer said landing next to me. I saw that Lucifer had six wings folded to his back. The number of wings for an archangel.

"Little late there Satan," I sneered as I cupped my hand around my nose. My now broken nose. There wasn't much blood, but it was still pretty bad. My hand was coated in the black blood coming from my nose. Wait, back up black blood?

"Yeah, what color blood did you THINK demons had?" Lucifer explained, "Want me to fix that?"

"Depends," I reply, "Can you fix it without the snark?"

"Well I could, but where's the fun in that?" Lucifer complained.

"Just do it," I snipped.

"Nasum instaurabo," Lucifer cast.

My nose felt better, but then something truly disgusting happened. I spare you the details, but let's just say that blood coming out of your nose is somewhat painless, but blood going back into your nose hurts a lot. After taking a few minutes to recover from that spell I changed back to human form and made my way home. It was 4:00 am, I had just slammed my face into a tree, and I needed to sleep. We can start this tomorrow.

(A/N): So yeah, new part. These won't always come out so quickly, but you know, I've been bored at school and have had a ton of time to write this. What'd you guys think about the Supernatural references? And also I may or may not be working on a second story, so you know there's that. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this part. Be sure to comment what you like or dislike. Bye :D