The Devil's Little Helper

Prologue

She never thought that she would be in a situation like this. Looking over at her dead body the sounds of sirens in the background she knew that she was dead, too soon in her opinion, as a twenty-two year old ready to experience the world just to be run over by a van; which would have been seen as an alright death if the side of the van wasn't promoting Male Power Stretch Lace Boxer Shorts.

'How would I,Mayra Jane Nelson, be able to apply for the job of being the devil's right-hand if I've already failed at dying at the hands of my greatest enemy!?' the feeling misery grew the longer she thought about it.

Too deep in her own thoughts she failed to notice the increasing light that began to surround her it wasn't until the light became too bright to ignore that she realised she was being taken to a new place, nothing like her old one.