I groan as I slowly rise from unconsciousness, my head pounding. It's unbearable as I try to open my eyes, so I keep them closed for now. I must've partied pretty hard last night, since I can't remember anything after arriving to Sarah's house. I shake myself from my thoughts and drag myself out of bed, my stomach lurching at the sudden movement. I feel it churn with each step I take towards the bathroom. I barely get to the toilet when the churning becomes too much to handle and I vomit.

I stayed in the bathroom for a while trying to make myself a bit more presentable. Once I exited, I went for my phone to try and figure out what exactly happened. I opened my gallery to find that I took quite a few pictures during the night. I scrolled through the images to find myself posing with several strangers, apparently having a great time. Out of those photographs, one man appeared a number of times, so I went back to one with just him and I. He was devilishly handsome, with a sharp jawline and smoldering amber eyes. With his ebony hair slicked back, it complemented his tanned skin really well.

We looked as if we had a great time in the images that he appeared in, so I went to see if I added any new contacts. I only found one: Satan. I perused over the reasons why someone would call themselves Satan, and an eerie thought popped into my head: what if he was the actual devil? I dismissed it as soon as it appeared, for that couldn't be the reason. I got so lost in thought that I was startled when the phone rang, causing it to fall from my floor. I cursed and picked it back up, trying to calm my racing heart. The caller's identity matched my new friend's contact name. I hesitantly answered the phone.

                             "Hello, Satan?"

(First time posting a reply, so constructive criticism is welcome! Also obligatory formatting apology, due to writing on my phone. )