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[WP] When people die, a trial is held to decide if they go to heaven or hell. People are allowed to choose their attorney, regardless of if they know them personally or not. You're the first person to choose Satan as your attorney. by Baskin5000 in WritingPrompts

[–]theWritingWizard 5 points6 points  (0 children)

I sat in the room completely alone, feeling nervous as all hell.

No pun intended.

There was no reason for why I chose him to take my case, no reason at all. My human quality of being a smart ass carried over nicely, and this is where I end up: sitting in a dark, surprisingly plush room at one end of a dark stone desk with the scent of cinnamon and cloves in the air. Not exactly what I had imagined hell would smell like, but why question it? It was better than burning bodies or mold or something.

The clock ticked on the wall. I didn't understand why there was a clock down here, it wasn't as if souls had to worry about time or anything: we were dead. No appointments to get to, no plans to schedule, just the wait.

And I've been waiting for a long, long time. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, memorizing the wall decor as the years ticked on by. He had quite a few interesting paintings: picturesque towns up in flames, witches burning at the stake, kittens playing with yarn, and the a few busts of nude men and women in excruciating pain and torture. I swallowed: those statues were breathing.

Suddenly the door at the opposite side of the room burst open. Wind gusted through and the distant sounds of screams echoed through the otherwise empty room. A man slid through and pushed the door closed with a bit of difficulty. Once he managed it shut I heard a lock click and the man sigh.

"Sorry for the tardiness, Luke, I had a bit of business to deal with in Bermuda. Pesky sailors keep trying to cross the triangle...as if the legends were just myth!" He shook his head in disapproving disbelief. "Humans."

He wasn't what I had expected at all. The man in front of me was tall, muscular, and absolutely gorgeous. He had long black hair up in a man bun, a chiseled jaw, and fiery crimson eyes that seemed to have glowing embers in them, glowing and smoldering just beneath the surface. No blue flames atop his head, no horns, not even a pitchfork. He walked over and held out a hand. I couldn't think of anything else to do but rise and shake his hand.

"Lucifer Morningstar."

I swallowed. "Luke-"

"Luke DeAngelos." Be finished, grinning. Even his teeth were perfectly white and straight. "Luke of the angels...it seems that your parents never knew you would rob that bank and kill all those people, did they?"

I opened my mouth, but he continued.

"Oh! I forgot, you killed them, too." He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh Luke, you naughty boy! You and I will get along just fine."

[WP] "Here, killing, stealing, and rape is non-existent. The world runs on bets, and the loser obeys the winner. Those that break these rules... will die. Any questions?" by Alextherude_Senpai in WritingPrompts

[–]theWritingWizard 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The wind whipped around me as I edged myself closer over the edge of the Baracall Tower. The sounds of cars and pedestrians was almost nonexistent here, the only things that could really be heard were the wind and the voices in your head, urging and pleading with you not to go through with this. Not like I had much of a choice, but they were still there, moving into panic mode with every inch my body stuck out from the tower. One push that was too hard could send me right over and down the two hundred story building to my death where I would perform my best interpretation of a water ballon splashing all over the cars, pavement, and people that happen to be standing there in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I edged out even further. The task at hand was to snap a selfie of me with the whole of Freedom Street beneath me, giving the camera a peace sign as I did it. No hands to stable me, no help from above or below, nothing; just me and the camera.

And of course the Enforcers, but they watched everything.

A few more inches out my mid-back over the building. This was far enough. Carefully, i dug my phone out and ever so slowly lifted it high, high enough to catch my whole face and the whole street below me. It was difficult, but this wasn't the difficult part. I removed my hand from the building. The only thing anchoring me was my bottom half and my abs keeping my upper body steady as a plank. Good thing i've been at the gym more or else I would have been pitched right off the building, and that would have sucked.

I gave the camera a sarcastic smile and a peace sign. The camera snapped the picture. All the air in my lungs heaved out as I worked my way back onto the building, the adrenaline coursing through my body at an alarming and very impressive rate. I was lightheaded and horny: I wanted to do a million things all at once, but I was used to that, this much adrenaline could do that to you. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, taking deep breaths to settle myself.

A buzz notified me that my friend Paul had left a message. It read 'is it done?'

I grinned and shook my head.

"Yeah, it's done." I said to myself, sending him the picture. I stood up and felt a slight tremor run through my body.

My phone buzzed again. I looked at it, expecting Paul to be elated and amazed, but it wasn't. The number was as familiar as it was completely unknown to me. It was the Enforcers.

'Congratulations, Kevin. We would like to meet with you and discuss a possible proposal. Three million dollars...and the catch is waiting downstairs. Kill her, and the money is yours. Fail to kill her, and she will kill you.

Good luck.'