UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Wen:D

"There is no way a lowly human soul rules 2 of the chambers of hell. He doesn't even have the capability to manage one" the demons complained in unison.

"How dare you go against my decision!" The Satan snatched a pitchfork from a demon standing by him
and  struck it to the floor as he gave a yell of anger.

Never did I think I would have to go to hell and became an in charge of hell. But now, I am here stuck up at the entrance not knowing whether should I leave or come inside the hall.

Only if satan hadn't been my friend...
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2 years ago

30th July 2017

I just hoped for a furtive day but  something big had happened to my life.

The bell rang as I opened the door and stepped into the cafe.
There, I smiled as the seat by the window where I always sit hadn't been taken by anyone yet.
"Hello,what would...." before the waiter had finished his line, I answered
"One mocha with extra whipped cream please".

I am fond of sweet things because I need something sweet at least from my diet when my life is totally bitter.

Waiting for my order to arrive,I put in my earphones and searched for some  classic songs. Suddenly a melancholic melody was heard before I had chosen any song. I shrugged it off because I thought there might an error in my phone or may be in my earphone.

"You little pitiful creature" a voice came from somewhere . I looked around but no one was near me. There is only the waiter behind the counter and an old lady sitting in a corner opposite of me.

"Of course ,you won't able to find me find me because I am inside your mind"  he gave me a sarcastic laugh .

Many thoughts came into my mind, "where is he?" "Is that a prank" " Am I being haunted ?"

" a poor soul who has been alive but with a life that doesn't even looks like one.
Ambitionless
Depressed
Loner
Loser
Haven't done anything productive throughout the whole life
Look at your reflection in the mirror!
Short, dark skin , even your smile is creepy and non of your body part is attractive "

He convinced me that he is Satan and tried to depress me even more.

Of course, there is no way a sane person would believe that kind of make up-story.

I thought he might be a kind of wicked ghost who was trying to possess me.

It didn't make me feared and I was even glad because I had  someone to talk to.

As days went by, we became close and he no longer say insulting words to me . He kept insisting that he is Satan but I didn't buy that.

"Will you become my friend?" that was what I asked him after two weeks.

He told me that I had to give something  in exchange.

"What kind of thing would a ghost need? My body? Or soul?"I murmured

"Yes, your soul!"

I agreed to it because I doubted a ghost would able to take my soul out of my body.

We were together most of the time and we would go and The people  would look me like I was crazy since I talk alone but I didn't mind that. I felt like I had a normal friend except that I couldn't see him.

Yesterday, I was told that I was dying the next day.
He asked me  if I want to leave my life.
He said he could delay my death because he owned my soul.

It made no difference whether I was dead or alive .
Moreover, I would be able to see him when I died,right?

It was true. I died this morning from sudden heart attack and  waited for him to arrive.
I thought he would take me to hell like anyone else but  right now I am here being assigned as in charge for two important chambers of hell. Now I realize that he didn't lie to me when he said he is Satan.

I got my first ever friend and that friend even took care of me after my death.

Friendship...
Is that what I get for selling my soul to a Satan?