Chapter Five

Madeline

    I continued to sit on the ground sobbing. There was nothing else that I could think to do. I just made the one person that seemed to actually want to talk with me leave. I lost Gabe. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do? What did I do to anger everything in the universe?  Why couldn't anybody answer that for me?

    "You did not make me not want to talk to you, love," a voice from the back of the church sounded.

    I sniffed and managed to get out a couple of words. "You just wanted to watch me suffer? That was all that you wanted to do? You sick bastard!" I don't know why, but anger seemed to burst through me. I didn't want him to leave again, but I also didn't want him to stay. He seemed to let me cry when I needed to, he let me scream when I needed to.

    "I just wanted to see whether or not you were going to stay there crying. If you had done that, I wouldn't have been able to sell to you. There's nothing worse than a sad soul. I need hopeful ones."

    He stood from his seat and seemed to disappear from my sight. When I continued to look at the spot that I thought he was at, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I turned and almost screamed.

    "What the Hell? How did you? When did you? How?"

    The man smirked. "I told you, I'm the Devil. You should have believed me."

    I stood from my seat on the floor and managed to get into the seat that I was previously sitting in. "There's no way. He-you- aren't real. Stop lying."

    The man smiled a little bit and held up his finger. I thought he was going to tell me not to say anything because he heard something outside of the door, but instead he disappeared. I screamed.

    I heard something behind me, and I almost blew it off like it was just a rat, but then the noise started to speak.

    "Turn around, sweetheart."

    I turned and saw the man behind me. How the fuck did he manage to get there? There was no possible way for him to do that.

    "I tried to tell you, darling. You're speaking with the Devil himself. I knew I should have shown you that when I first started speaking, but of course I wanted to see if you were crazy or not," He started chuckling softly to himself, and I started wondering if he was crazy.

    "S-sure. I believe you," I started to back away from him. I also started considering calling the cops to try to get away from him.

    "The cops won't believe you. They'll just send you to a mental asylum. Believe me, this has happened many times before."

    I looked at him with my mouth hanging open. How many times has he done this to another person? Why is he doing this? Why did he decide to pick me? I knew that there was no way to escape him if he was the devil, but I knew that I actually wanted to leave. I didn't want to stay there with him. Hadn't I heard somewhere that it was bad luck to hang around the devil while your lover is dying? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was on a horoscope or something.

    "Listen, Satan, I don't know what you want from me, but I do  know that I sure as Hell won't give it to you. So, can I please leave now?" I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth before Lucifer started pacing in front of me.

    I could hear him muttering things under his breath, but I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. His voice sounded like little bird feathers flapping in my ears, and with all that had happened on this night, my agitation continued to grow.

    I growled in frustration and shouted, "If you're going to say something about me, then you better have the balls to say it to my face. Okay?" I took a deep breath and continued, "Listen, what the hell am I supposed to do to get my fiance back?"

    He started to open his mouth to answer.

    "I swear to god, if you say "sell your soul", I will punch you in the face without hesitation."   

    "Well, that is the only way darling. You wouldn't be losing much. Just your ticket into heaven."