Hell

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Willow's been falling for what felt like years. She realized she'd been falling through atmospheres, though. Not earthly, though. She's falling through a light blue one, and since then it's been getting darker and darker. Right now, she's falling through a dark red one.
She's pretty sure she's died, since she jumped from her apartment's roof and has been falling since. She's started doing flips just to entertain herself.

"One, Two, Three- backflips, front-flips, cartwheels- WOOOO!" She laughs, holding down her black dress as she's falling. She's making sure it's not acting like an umbrella and keeping her up in the air- Mary Poppins style.

Suddenly, she lands in a pair of arms. It's pretty hot, wherever she landed. She wraps her arm around whoever held her's neck, then looks up at who's holding her. She's met with dark purple eyes, red skin, two curling horns, messy black hair, and a smirk. She can see his sharp teeth, but it doesn't intimidate her at all.

She's quiet for a moment, staring at his eyes. "....am I in heaven? It has to be heaven. I didn't think I would make it, but damn,"
The guy barks out a loud laugh, tilting his head back and something behind him flapping and ruffling, "Oh my- No no! You're in hell. I'm flattered, though," He chuckles, his voice deep.

"Oh? So you're Satan?" Willow asks, climbing out of his hands and sitting in his lap. He was bigger than her, not like a giant, but she looks like a grown cat compared to him.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at Willow. He sits his hand in her long hair, "Yeah. I'll get your room and assign you to a job once Louis comes in with your file," Satan explains, petting her like a dog.

Willows quiet for a moment, looking over him. She notices his huge black bat wings, the red tail that curled and swayed besides him, and most importantly, how defined his abs were.
"What goes on around here?" She asks, nuzzling her head into his hand.

Satan looks slightly amused, "Well, It's like the real world, except everyone has a dominating sin that really impacts their life. Speaking of, What sin would you like?"

Willow tilts her head, "What do you mean? I just get to commit crimes and be an overall ass? Is that what you're telling me?" She asks quickly, grinning from ear to ear.

Satan looked slightly surprised, before switching his attention to the demon who walked in. His skin was blue, and he was the same size as Satan, but shorter. His horns were smaller, and he wore cargo jeans instead of the basketball shorts Satan wore. He was holding a file, and a small collar.

"Sir, I've found her file," The demon starts, then picks up Willow from Satan's thigh, "Where would you like me to house this one?" He asks, his grip tight on Willow. She was clearly irritated, letting out a small, threatening growl.

These fuckers think I won't attack. She thinks to herself, Well they better be ready because I sure as hell won't stand for this shiiiit

Satan flips through her file, before a yelp catches his attention. Willow opened her mouth wide, and bit down hard on the demon's hand. He yelped and dropped Willow as he jumped back, but her dress did the Mary Poppins shit again. Slowly, she sat back on Satans lap. Satan softly blocked her with his hand, pulling her close to his torso.

"Anyway, The-" He pauses, trying not to laugh, "The stolen tampons and vodka isn't a big crime...but killing cops, homeless men, your old math teacher, and your principle is a big crime...but then you escaped jail with your, and I quote, 'Bad ass jail bitch, bitches' and robbed a bank...oh the list just goes on," Satan says, chuckling.

Willow runs a hand through her hair, moving it from her eyes, "Yeah, They thought I wouldn't do it," She explains, "I had to prove them wrong," She leans back on his leg, placing her hands on her lap.

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