The Price Of Fire

Chapter 1, Part 3

With a blink of the eye, literally, we were in another room. This one had red walls and seemed like a living room you'd see at a fancy house of a widow, with 3 black couches, all with golden accents, and tables.
"This room is currently under construction. We had a fight break out a couple days ago and we're still working on getting the place to be like it was before. Here." He said as we passed the couches and went through the room with a floating speed, onto what seemed like a railing.

Below us were people, or people like creatures from this height at least, and actual creatures. Flying little monsters, similar to the stone statues in the The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

"Alright, let's say this is real. That you're 'Satan', why am I here, in your 'underworld'? And what's so important you had to wake me up?" I reply, still hesitant and believing im dreaming, and that I just had to figure out how to wake up. Maybe I have to die to wake up? Maybe... I have to kill him?
They do often say that people in your dreams are a reflection of reality, like your fears or something. I wouldn't say I'm afraid to die, so killing myself is probably not what I have to do to wake up. Killing him on the other hand... to put this into simple terms maybe put it this way:
You see a man in your dream. In this case, it's 'Satan'. The first step is to realise you're dreaming. Check.
The second step is to ask yourself: who can this man represent? It is important to look back at your life and think of anyone this man could represent. My most logical explanation for me, is my father. Step two, check.
Step three, use this dream as a type if intuitive prompt. Stop running from it. Don't fear it. Whatever it is. For me, if the creature represents my father, I do have the urge to kill it. No consequences in a dream, right?
Wrong.

See, as we were walking along the railing, I noticed the swords of different shapes and sizes. Grabbing one of the smaller ones, closer to the door we were about to exit, I sped my walk up to be right behind the man in front of me. Deciding that stabbing this dream representation on a railing where if he falls, he can drag me down with him, killing the dream version of me, which we do not want, I have quickly decided to wait until we get to the next room. It was, obviously, quicker than I expected though. This also means that before I knew it, I was standing behind a man who I have just -literally- stabbed in the back, and by the look in his eyes when he turned around, he was not happy about it.

"Now that's no way to treat someone who wants to help you." He said before taking the knife out of his back with no more than a grunt. "And I am real. I am Satan. And you're here because I'm technically good, and you seem to have a lot of favours to ask my father. However, since he doesn't believe in the easy way compared to me, I was going to be the one to help you." He added, before snapping his fingers and landing us in yet another room, with me landing on my bottom. Guess he wasn't too happy about the stab...

Inspecting the wound on his back by lifting the back of his shirt and looking back at a tall mirror, I saw the cut close up on its own.
"Ah, that was one of my favourite shirts." He stated with a frown, and walked up to the throne that was stood at the front of the room. Where I was placed, I was on my bottom, in front of the throne and the man now sitting on it.

"Oh excuse that, how rude am I today, not offering you a seat. Must be the stab in the back." He carried on sarcastically, while snapping his fingers again, causing me to within a second be placed on a chair, 5 feet in front of him and his throne. The fact that I stabbed him and he didn't die doesn't mean this isn't a dream though, right? I mean, maybe there's something I'm missing here?

"You were saying something, kid. Before you stabbed me. Remind me what it was?" The so called Satan perused his questions.
"I said, let's say this is real. That you're 'Satan', blah blah. Why did you bring me to the 'underworld'? And why now?" I replied, making myself more comfortable in the seat.

"Good question! Or questions rather. I like it. And I am real. All this is real, in fact, as real as you are! As to why I bought you here... I liked what I was seeing! Not in a pervy way of course. No. I like your passion. I'm not the big bad man everyone takes me to be. I am, believe it or not, good. In a sense. I do people favours, people like you, alive humans. I help them achieve their wildest dreams if they want to. Or the less wild dreams, sometimes. I once had this guy ask me for a bike so that he doesn't have to walk to work! Naive humans. He could've asked for a car-" As you can see, this man talks a lot.

"Can we please get to the part as to why I'm here, and why now?" I replied, after all this time only just checking that Inka is surely enough behind me, flowing in the force undisturbed.

"Well, I was getting there actually, have patience child! Where was I? Ha, okay. You are here because I know what you desire, and I can give you one favour, make one dream come true. Why now? Obviously because I saw that you really have a passion for what you do, not to count the creativity. So let's hear it. One favour. Anything in the world. Tell." He replied, crossing his legs on the throne as he placed both his hands on the sides of the chair.

"Anything in the world?" I ask, wondering my thoughts and what it could be as he nods. "Out of anything in the world, I would like..."