The Devil In The Girl

Chapter 7 - Dinner

We sat down at the long table. My father and I were at opposite ends with Jordan being in the middle. The waiter came up to my dad and shook his hand excitedly. He didn't bother to ask who Jordan or I was. He took their orders then came to me. Satan coughed politely, causing the server to look at him. He waved his hand away and shook his head. The waiter calmly nodded. "Your dinner will be out shortly." He said to them then walked away.

"So Jordan," father asked. "Why don't you tell Lilly a little about yourself."

"Oh um," Jordan paused. "Well, I uh, I'm one of the two...doctors in hell. Everyone knows that I'm the better one though." He bragged.

"Oh, well that's cool. What kind of doctor?" I wondered.

"Excuse me?"

I sighed. "You know, what kind. Neurologist, anesthesiologist, cardiologist..." I waited for an answer.

"I guess," he started. "The closest thing I would be to what you have on earth is a...plastic surgeon."

"Oh. Why do you need a plastic surgeon down here?"

"Umm..."

"Stop avoiding it Jordan." Dad said without even a glance up. "Just tell her why I actually wanted you two to meet."

"Lilly, let me ask you something." Jordan leaned in toward me. "Have you ever wanted to change how you look?"

"Yes." I answered strongly. "Yes, many times. People would bully me because of how I look. When I was younger, everyone would compliment me on how amazing my red curly hair is, or how my green eyes stand out beautifully. When I got to 4th grade is when it started." I looked down, suddenly shy. "People would tell me how they wondered how anyone loved me, how anybody could possibly think I'm even ok looking. I grew very insecure. I was happy to finally get away from that and go to middle school, but then the crash and everything happened..." I trailed off. "It doesn't matter anyway. I would never resort to plastic surgery. I'm not that low on self esteem yet."

"Lilly," Dad looked to me. "Jordan doesn't use plastic to do his kind of surgery. He uses his powers to give people what they want."

"Well, why?" I responded. "I thought almost everyone in hell is here because of something bad, Why give them what they want?"

"He only does it on my command. I keep tabs on every single soul here. If I think they deserve it, I tell Jordan to go take care of it. Of course," He announced. "There are some limitations, but you don't really want to here about all of that, do you?"

"Nah, sounds boring."

The waiter returned with their food then quickly left with a smile. Satan snapped his fingers and the meal disappeared. "Hey!" Jordan pouted with a fork in his hand. "I was just about to eat!"

"Its rude, Have some courtesy." Satan smiled. "You can eat later. We have things to take care of right now."

"Fine. Lilly?" Jordan said.

"Hmm?"

"Would you please teleport us to this address?" He slipped me a small piece of paper.

"Why?"

"Were going to have some..." he smirked at me. "Changes."