She sat in a decent apartment, patiently awaiting her guest for the evening. She couldn't remember who exactly it was, but she had an overwhelming sensation that they were important in some way or another; possibly a businessman or someone of the sort.

Irritation grated at her. She felt that she had already waited a long while, although she had no memory of when it was that she had begun.

Time passed without notice. She could have been sitting there for anywhere from minutes to days and she wouldn't have known any difference. While time drifted by, however, she did notice the details of the room she was waiting in gradually becoming more vivid - it was like a haze was finally lifting itself. A black-rimmed clock hung on the wall placidly, its handles completely stationary... as if time had stopped altogether.

The mirage cleared, seemingly in response to her observation of the stagnancy of time within the strange environment.

Even more time passed, and she started to notice the smaller, more insignificant intricacies becoming increasingly apparent around her.

She noticed how soft the bed covers were, how easily she sank into them, and the textures of the fabric against her skin.

She noticed the soft golden light cascading through swaying thin white curtains, of which gave the room an almost ethereal glow.

She noticed the chocolate brown leather of the loveseat adjacent to the bed. The leather looked slightly worn on one side, but brand new on the other.

She also noticed a row of three paintings along the back wall, painted in immaculate detail. She was sure they hadn't been there earlier, certain within herself she would not have missed the in her initial observations. The first painting was of a flower garden, with many insects and butterflies flitting about. The second was of a singular snake slithering over scorching desert sand. The third was a rainforest scene containing a plethora of animals, from exotic birds to large fish splashing about.

The paintings were surely created by the same artist. Every inch of textured paint seemed to writhe with life, as if it were merely trapped behind a glass pane and in fact existed on the other side. Reason struggled with her eyes as she tried to settle on which explanation to adopt. Unsure, she glanced back to the unmoving clock for any hint of the time.

It was then that the warm light streaming through the curtains vanished, transforming the room into a dim, yet cosy, setting. She heard the gentle pattering of rain hitting glass.

She returned her sights to the loveseat in front of her only to receive an exciting change in her environment.

A thin, straggly wisp of dense black smoke hovered above the sofa, swirling in the still air. As it twisted, it rapidly gained mass, soon forming a large spiralling column of thick smoke the exact same shade as coal.

In a swift moment, the smoke collapsed back in on itself, seemingly condensing into the shape of a figure seated on the worn side of the sofa.

Small chips of what appeared to be paint gently lifted off of the surface of whatever it was, revealing flashes of colour on the figure. Red. Midnight black. Tan. Gold.

Then she realised her guest had arrived, and stared intently at the face smirking at her, amusement now flickering in his eyes rather than misery.

His eyes were intense crystal blue orbs situated on a beautifully handsome face, with high cheekbones and a defined jaw, long lashes lining his stunning blue eyes, a straight roman nose and a strong brow. His skin was pale and flawless, adding contrast against his full pink lips. His gelled hair was jet black, making his skin appear far paler in tone.

He was in a fairly classic suit; a black jacket and trousers, with a deep red shirt. She could see a gold watch poking out of the left jacket sleeve. Even his shoes looked intimidatingly expensive.

The aura radiating off of him was overwhelmingly muddled, a mixture of dangerous, powerful, poisonous and extremely seductive.

"You're the Devil, aren't you?" she asked quietly, her voice meekly wavering above a whisper. It seemed more of a statement than a question, even to herself.

He let out a slight laugh, his head falling forward but his eyes peering up at her through his lashes. He then moved to prop his head on one hand, tilting it whilst flashing her a charming wide mouthed smile.

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"I'm here to offer you a proposition, sweetheart."

His voice was deep and grating, a surprisingly sensual combination she found to be reminiscent of a cat's purr. It wasn't unpleasant, yet it still sent chills down her spine.

"I can give you everything you desire," he started, his rumbling voice turning seductive in tone. "pleasures so great they'll blow your mind."

He narrowed his eyes and softly bit his lower lip, a gentle moan echoing from his throat. She felt a shot of heat flare within her in response whilst her brain attempted to comprehend his words fully.

"You can't even begin to imagine the euphoria you could experience... but more importantly, I'm offering you something only I can."

The curiosity already held within her spiked. She watched as he shifted again, eyes wide like a cat's.

"I'm offering you immortality, with a new life to live."

All the air in her lungs was immediately knocked out in a smooth hit, delivered by the Devil's tongue.

"W-what's the price?" she stammered, hope blooming in her chest for the future for the first time in too long.

He grinned, this time a sly cheeky grin.

"All you have to do is complete the odd task for me every now and again. That's it."

It sounded far too buttery, far too sweet, even in the willing and malleable state she was in.

It was a pretty truth that sounded significantly false.

She took a moment to ponder on her options. Should she take this risk; should she really make a deal with the Devil himself?

Then again, her life had already gone to shit so what choice did she really have?

The rich purple of bruises, too often seen, along with the crimson alleyway flashed through her mind.

"What kind of tasks would they be?" she questioned, trying not to be apparent regarding her interest in his proposition.

"Well... they'd rarely be anything too extreme. Just small things I can't be bothered to do myself, or don't particularly feel like doing. Like persuading a certain person to bet more money or something." he explained, sounding increasingly uninterested and drained as he continued. Clearly the mere thought of these mediocre actions bored him relentlessly.

They both sat there for a little while as she decided. It didn't sound like a bad deal to her at all, but she would be putting her soul on the line for it.

The thought didn't terrify her as much as it should have.

She felt no nerves as she gave Satan her answer.

"I accept your offer."

With four simple words, she sealed her fate as the Devil's worker.

He wasted no time in jumping to his feet, mumbling a quick "Let's get started then." on his way towards the paintings. He moved with speed and an in-explainable grace to his movements, as one may have expected from a Tiger or Panther moving swiftly towards unsuspecting pray.

To say she was confused by that point, well... that'd be quite the understatement. She had not a single clue as to what was happening. She had expected, well no- she hadn't known what to expect but whatever that would have been it certainly wouldn't have been what lay before her eyes.

She watched carefully as Lucifer's arm phased directly through the material of the snake/desert painting. Confusion quickly transitioned into fear when his arm retracted from the painting with a snake in his hand. A FECKIN SNAEK.

Clearly her face had screamed 'WHAT THE FUCK' loudly enough for Lucifer continued to send her a wink with his fiery eyes, adding on a small "calm down, he won't bite" to soothe her blatantly blaring survival instincts.

To be fair, she was deathly afraid of snakes.

This did not prevent her from stiffening her body and locking every joint as Satan sat next to her on the soft bed on which she perched.

With a gentle, feathery touch Lucifer lifted her left arm, uttering quiet words of comfort as he inched the snake closer to her skin.

She shut her eyes when the snake was within centimetres of her skin, and jumped when she felt cold scales touch her forearm.

The snake was a bulky weight on her arm that seemed to move without reason, following an invisible doodle around her arm. Luckily it soon settled and remained still, lightly squeezing around her upper arm just below the shoulder.

A faint prickling sensation ignited under the snake along the join of her skin and the snake's.

It wasn't until the weight on her arm had alleviated that she opened her eyes again.

The snake was nowhere in sight, but there was a major difference in the appearance of her arm.

Where the snake had last been, there was instead the shadow in midnight black ink tattooed onto her skin. Her eyes widened, her head automatically looking up to Lucifer questioningly.

When they made eye contact, he merely grinned.

"Do you like it?" he asked before laughing, likely at her expression or something of the sort. Her face must have answered for her. No she did not.

"I have something that'll make it all better." he answered, his fingers reaching out to the base of her chin, pushing up slightly to tilt her head upwards and to the side. There was no resisting his touch. His other hand rose to sweep her hair back and out of the way.

Her eyes shut once again. She felt his hot breath hit the side of her neck before warm flesh pressed itself just behind her ear. Instantly the prickling sensation began there, only amplified into a searing pain.

A strangled mew rose in her throat at the pain, her closed eyes creasing as her brow furrowed.

Her head became airy. She knew the sensation; she was beginning to pass out.

"I forgot to mention something. To transition into your new body, you'll need to commit suicide. I probably..."

The remaining spoken words did not register however, as by the time they had been spoken she had already passed out.

The Devil released a sigh as he discontinued his words, instead watching her form crumple onto the bed beneath it.