Yes this is where I actually tell you what happened to me and how do I know all these things, and how I'm sure I'm not going psycho (although, trust me, I thought I was at first too).
That night was as normal as any other night for me. I had a nice bath (broken shower, pain, I know), I ate dinner (if you can count a Nutella sandwich as dinner), and layed down in the comfort of my bed, wrapping myself like the burrito I aspire to be (currently at a potato level). With my jet-black cat Inka at my feet, also cuddled into the duvet, I was ready to close my eyes and take another adventure into dream land. Now, it takes me a while to fall asleep, but I soon fell into a sleepless dream, for a little while.
Before I knew it, I felt a force pulling me down, through my bed, through the ceiling, through the floors, through the layers of the earth - here we thank the bad guy for the protective layer of the force for not getting any dirt on my brand new pyjamas. And then I landed, on a warm hard surface, on my butt, with Inka falling down on my lap soon after. Good for her, she stretched out and fell back into her deep slumber. And then I realised what happened, pinching my arm several times before standing up."I told you to bring the girl, not the girl and her goddamn cat!" A booming voice shouted from behind me. Closing my eyes, I turned around on the heels of my foot, not caring in the moment that I was in fact barefoot. As I whispered to myself "this is only a dream", I opened my eyes and saw three figures in front of me.
"We apologise sir, we didn't expect the cat to come with the girl, we will accept any punishment, sir." One of the two kneeling figures stated, both their backs towards me. The third figure, a tall man, stood before them, back to them, like theirs to me. Here I took my chance to try and run away, to where who knows. Also keyword being try, cuz as soon as I took two steps back, on my tiptoes trying not to make any noise, the tall man lifted his right arm up in the shape of an L, and lifting his pointing and middle finger, formed another force around me, pulling me off ground and stopping me from leaving, as I clutched to my cat, eyes squeezed shut."You can leave." The man at the front said to the two figures behind him, snapping his fingers. The two left, and suddenly it was just me and the force of evil itself. Talking about forces, soon after the two men left I was back on my arse, this time being gently placed down.
"Hello, child. I'm sorry about the disturbance in your sleep, I'm sure you were about to have some amazing dream you would've wished was real the next day." He replied while finally turning around and facing me. The light was dim and the area seemed foggy, but I could clearly make out his beige (yet not tanned) complexion, and his pure black hair and stubble. He was dressed in all black; simple jeans -tight, but not skinny tight-, a black tank top -short sleeved-, and a leather jacket, also in black. His 6 foot figure stood way above mine, especially when he came an arms reach away from me. As I stood frozen with terror, I saw that his chartreuse green eyes stared deeply into mine. Rather than giving me an evil glare though, he seemed concentrated and at times deeply concerned.
Behold the idea of me falling in love with this guy. It ain't happening.
The intense stare off lasted a mere couple of seconds, but felt like 5 minutes at the least. That might be because my eyes stayed opened this whole time. How? We shall stick with the force.
"I heard your pleads a couple years ago, but seeing as it was close to the worst parts of your life, I had to let you live and learn. I see that the experience was... a bit worse than I thought. Not too bad though, I hope." He said as he took my arms, the force keeping my cat in the air, and turned them over, at the same time catching a glimpse of my pyjamas, which consisted of a slightly oversized tee, underwear and shorts. At the sight of so, his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers like he did to make his servants walk away.
All of a sudden I was fully dressed in an outfit I did not own, which obviously made me feel like this is yet again a dream, so I lifted my hands and counted my fingers. All ten of them. Five on each hand."Are you okay there? The clothes are not too tight are they? The last thing I need is a fainting 18 year old." The man said. He looked like he was about to carry on, but I finally had enough adrenaline to speak. "Who are you? And what do you mean you heard my pleads? This is a dream right, you're about to kill me and I wake up drenched in sweat?" I replied, technically thinking I'm speaking to myself and will get the answer I expect, as in 'yes you're sleeping and you're having a bad dream, now let me reach for my knife' which it was not.
"You're funny. I like you. See I get some people here who need my help and yet refuse to participate in anything, even a slight conversation. They're just as alive as you, except for when they try too hard to run away, and end up snapping their necks and dying... sad really. They could've had the life." The man said, looking like he was having a throwback to all these memories. I was still waiting for the dream death, so while I waited, and couldn't wake up, and I didn't want to try the neck snapping run away, I decided on continuing the conversation.
"You still haven't answered any of my questions. Who are you? Why am I here? I usually wake up by the time I realise this is a dream. And yet again, what do you mean you heard my pleads?" I asked, my head full of questions, more than just those but I wanted to hear the answers to these first.
"How rude of me. I would've thought the whole underworld scenery, darkness, force and everything else that happened since you got here would've gave me away by now. I'm Lucifer, but please, after watching that Earth show on what I'm supposed to be like and whatnot, I will settle if you call me Satan. It is, in fact, more eerie and not me as much as Lucifer but... it'll have to do." He said as he turned around to face me again. "Here, how about a little tour around the place?" He asked and, without any answer, placed his left arm on the small of my back and reached out his right arm in a welcoming matter, allowing Inka to flow behind us, still carried by the force.

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The Price Of Fire
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