The Devils My Lover [Larry Stylinson]

So this is Hell then

After what felt like hours and hours of just sitting in an completely dark room by myself, he finally reappeared. "Finally! You left me here for hours!" I practically yelled.

Waiting for him to respond I walked up to him, face to face. When he didn't say anything I whispered, "I don't believe you." I watched as the confusion start to overtake his beautiful face.

"What?" He asked well turning his head slightly to the left. "I said that I don't believe you. If this is hell then where are all the slaves and where's the fire? I said I don't believe you. Was Hell really the best you guys could come up with?" I started to laugh. "Where's the big red Devil with the horns and all that crap?"

He just stood there with his arms crossed looking disappointed but I wasn't just going to stay locked up in some dark room. This had to be a prank, my best mates probably just hired some actor to make me fall for this stupid trick.

"You think that this is a prank or something, don't you? Of course you do! Well I'm sorry to break it to you but this is Hell, and I'm your so called 'Devil' no I'm not a red, horned, or anything else like you have imagined in your head. I'm the fallen angel that has to damn you all! And I prefer not to be call 'The Devil' I don't know-" He waved his hands around. "Sounds so childish. I would rather you call me by my name, Harry Styles."

"Are you seriously not going to let me go? Hasn't this gone on long enough, I have other things to do then play Hell with you." It was time that this little game came to an end, I'm 23 years old I have more important things that I should be doing right now like going to work. Fuck I'm probably going to be fired by the time this psycho lets me out of here.

"You still really don't believe me?" He asked uncrossing his arms. "Well follow me then." Harry started to walk out of the dark room, expecting me to follow like a little dog. At least I was getting out of that goddamned bloody room. One more hour in there, I think my head would have blown up.

After ten minutes of just walking down a grey hallway with no pictures, windows or anything just grey walls and grey carpet. We arrived at a red door, Harry turned around and grinned, "This is what I like to call the maze of torture."

He opened the red door and immediately I started to panic, looking at all the glass cages of people that looked as if they were in excruciating pain. I could hear my own heart about beat out of my chest and have a heart attack on the middle of the red carpet. This couldn't be happening, this isn't real. I must just be on some really crazy drug and be hallucinating right now, that was the only possible answer. I can't be in Hell, I haven't done anything wrong.

Harry started to walk as if he was a tour guide, guiding me around a museum. " Come on Louis, so much to see, so little time." I froze completely unable to move. " What is this place?" I squeaked out.

"I already told you Louis, it's the Maze of Torture. I personally designed it, you see it's never ending and there's no possible way to escape. If anyone ever got out of there cage they would probably die before they found a way out, well not die- die, but anyways it's impossible to escape without my help." Harry smiled looking at his creation.

I stared at the people in the white cages, "So this is Hell, then."

"You finally believe me, wow that took longer then most people. But then again you are different from most people, Louis." He turned around to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're the first person in history that hasn't tried to kill me. Most of the prisoners do, but of course it never works. Then they go in their cages and experience their worst fear over and over for all of eternity." I thought his eyes looked a little bit glossy, but that couldn't be possibly true, he was the God of the underworld. He couldn't possibly have feelings, he was a monster. And a beautiful monster, he was.