So I recently met the devil. It was…different. It started out as any other visit with the devil, you know, tempting me to sell my soul and all that jazz. We were sitting on my couch, sipping coffee and negotiating the price of my soul. I’ve got no intention of selling my soul, but I feel sorry for the guy. Evil doesn’t sell like it used too, what with the horrible death that it usually entails. Anyway, we’ve actually had several meetings like this before, always ending in me telling him that I had to think about it. This time it went very differently…

“So how’s hell? Are all your minions well?” I said.

“Stop stalling. What do you want for your soul? You told me you were definitely ready to sell this time,” the devil said sternly, giving me an irritated look.

“Well, I’m just not sure…what’s the going rate on souls on the open market these days? I don’t want to get cheated, you know,” I said rationally.

“Then why on earth are you dealing with me? I’m the prince of lies! It’s my job to cheat you,” the devil exclaimed. I calmly took a sip of my coffee and smiled.

“I just think your cute!” I said in this high pitched girly voice while I pinched his cheek. (Let me just say, that while I was joking, the devil indeed is cute. How else would you get people to sell you their souls unless you could charm them with your cuteness?) This is where things got weird. The devil leaned over and kissed me. Whoa. Kind of a ‘what the hell?’ moment. I shoved him away

“What the hell was that?” I exclaimed, clenching my fists.

“Well, I want to make you my bride” the devil explained.

“What?” I said, completely deadpan.

“Well, my mother is been bugging me to get married, and I really like you. You have more brains than most the girls I meet” the devil said.

“Wait, your mother? So your not really the devil?” I asked incredulously.

“Not yet. Mom won’t let me take over until I get married. She says it has to go with the time being right or something” The devil said.

“ Does this have to do with me being a virgin? I know what happens if you take a virgin bride, you know. Why on earth would I agree to marry you?” I said.

“The devils before me used trickery and blackmail to get a virgin bride, but it never worked. I don’t think like that. I’m giving you a choice. You don’t have to marry me, but I would probably care for you more than any mortal man could” the devil said, inching closer.

“Would you love me?” I asked. The devil hesitated.

“As the devil, I can’t love, but I would care for you deeply” He said cautiously. I stood up.

“This is something I have to think about. Being a part of the end of the world is a big decision. Come back in a week, and I’ll give you my answer” I said. He nodded and disappeared quietly.

It’s been a week and I am currently waiting for him to return. I’ve thought so much about this unexpected proposal. The devil is certainly charming, but do I really want to marry him, and if I do, will that make me the worst person in the world? He said he couldn’t love me, but could care for me deeply and I wonder if that is better than love. It’s more stable, and secure than love, but I always thought that I deserved to be loved. Do I really want to risk looking for that the rest of my life and ending up alone anyway? Plus, what about God, and the antichrist I would supposedly give birth too? Do I really want to end the world? I look at the clock and realize it’s time. In a quite huff, he is sitting next to me.

“Have you made a decision?” he asks quietly.

“I have some questions first” I respond.

“What?” he asks.

“Does this mean I won’t have a soul anymore?” I ask.

“No, you keep your soul. You didn’t sell it to me, you just married me” he responds.

“Would I really have to give birth to the antichrist?” I ask.

“You could someday, but I don’t really want kids” he responds casually.

“Isn’t that the whole point of taking a virgin bride?” I ask incredulously

“I suppose, but I really just want someone to talk to on a daily basis, plus I’m trying to get my mom off my ass” he responds. I just gape at him.

“You want to marry me to get your mom off your case? Nice” I exclaim.

“I said it was just part of it. I really like you. I want you” He said sincerely as he took my hand. I get flustered.

“What’s your name anyway? I can’t keep calling you the devil” I ask, shifting away from him.

“Adam” he responds. I give him a look. He shrugs, “My mother was trying to be ironic, plus it really pissed off my grandfather”.

“I’m still not sure” I say.

“This isn’t about power or convenience, not completely. I really want you as a wife. I don’t want the other girls. Your special to me” he says.

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know why, that’s just how it is” he says with a shrug.

I hesitate. I’m not sure what to do with this. It’s not love, but it’s so close it could be, but, do I really want to be a part of something like this? I look at him. He looks sincere enough, but how could I know? Was it wrong to take a leap of faith when considering a union with the future devil? Then again, he was a descendant of angels, should I really hold his families sins against him? Still, he is the devil and therefore, inherently evil, right? I take a deep breath and open my mouth to respond. Before I can get the words out, a boom of thunder roars and a brilliant light appears in my living room. From the light, an angel steps out and cries out, “Wait!” Adam gets dark look on his face.

“What do you want Gabe?” he asks darkly.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Casper: Hola all. Casper here. Just a quick note that I’m only going to continue this story if I get more than six reviews. So go and review! Kisses Darlings!