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Is this hell?

It felt like my body is floating in mid-air surrounded by darkness. Below me, as far as my eyes could see, is a giant crack in the earth covered with fire.

Holy hell. Did I die? What was the last thing I remembered? Oh yeah, I was about to sucker punch this bastard who grabbed my ass. How the fuck am I going to hell? I paid my tithes. And I help the homeless.

Whoever the devil is he is going to have an earful. No one has the right to take my soul and deliver it to Hell. It felt like an eternity to reach the bottom of the pit. Good thing my ass didn't get stuck in these pikes coated with fire because that would have been a pretty sight.

I take in my surroundings. I'm in Hell alright. The area is vast and dark. Every direction I look seems to go on forever.

As I continue to walk. In boots. Which I'm grateful because what I'm walking on is bloody and crunchy that's in shape of a human form. Bones. Goosebumps enveloped my body head to toe and it's a million degrees Fahrenheit.

Am I the only soul here?

It's quiet. Too quiet. I thought Hell would be surrounded by millions and millions of souls crying and burning in agony for eternity. Is this a dream? I slapped my face. Hard.

"Ouch." Nope I'm still in Hell.

My attire is not suitable for Hell. I'm wearing a crop top with pajama pants that are covered with pineapples. Don't laugh. I seem to like pajama clothing that have cartoon characters on it or have little pineapples.

The last thing I was doing before I ended up in Hell was taking a stroll to the store when this douchebag happens to intercept me and grabs my ass. I whirled around to punch him but my fist didn't connect with his ugly face. It hit mid-air. Next thing I know I was floating in darkness.

There was a black door with a red knob. I kicked away some bones mentally saying sorry because these were once people. My hand turn the knob and I stepped through. Immediately, I was free falling.

I yelled out every curse word in the book while screaming my lungs out. Inhaling smoke possibly human ashes along the way had me covering my mouth, which is hard to do when you're tumbling down to your death. Oh wait. I'm in Hell. I can't die.

Right?

My body was doing these front and back flips making me dizzy. When will this be over?

As soon as I said it, something strong and muscular engulfs me, catches me. My eyes were tightly shut afraid who's holding me.

"Nice pj's." said a deep husky voice. Woah. A voice like that will make you want to curl your toes.

Opening one eye, I willed my head to look who my catcher is. I could see his stubble chin then his sharp jawline. My eyes trailed along his perfect nose. Now opening my other eye they were completely met with a set of purple orbs. What the hell is he? Whoever he is. He's sexy as hell.

I jumped out of his arms like a frightened cat afraid of water.

"What the hell are you?" I demanded. "Why am I here?"

From my view, he stood about six foot four with long dark locks cascading around his face. There's a piercing above his eyebrow that made him even more handsome. Black tattoos covered his neck to his chest and down both of his arms. He was wearing some sort of body armor.

"I'm here to collect you," he grinned. Hot damn. His teeth are blindingly white.

"Collect me?" I replied, feeling the anger rise within me. "You have no right to bring me here. Matter as fact take me to your boss I'd like a word with him."

"As you wish," he smiled. A snap of his fingers teleported us in a humongous office. The tall, dark, and handsome walked towards the desk sitting in the chair. You got to be fucking kidding me. He's the Devil?

"No fucking way." I said, shocked.

"Yes fucking way," he replies with a grin. Right now I want to knock the smirk off his handsome face.

"Why am I here?" I crossed my arms over. "Obviously I did nothing wrong. My soul is not tainted."

The Devil laughs. Goosebumps covered my skin because his laugh actually reverberated throughout the office. I kept a brave face willing myself not to be intimidated by him which I am.

"What's so funny?" I hoped my voice didn't shake.

"Actually I stole your soul." says the Devil.

Son of a biscuit eater. Why do I have to be the one that gets my soul taken? What does he want with it?

"Your Father would be angry to take one of his precious souls that is not yours to have." I mustered up saying.

"That's the thing, darling." He smiles like he won his first prize. "We made a bet and he lost."

Two powerful beings bet over me? What the hell is special about me? Am I the Antichrist or some shit? I'm a twenty-two year old girl who hasn't lost her v-card that works at a shitty job as a waitress. What could they possibly want a mundane like me?

"What is so special about me?" I looked him in the eyes which are purple. I thought the Devil would have horns and a tail with red eyes. The Devil before me is nothing like the ones on the internet or in books. He is H-O-T. Not scary or fugly looking.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he rolls his eyes.

I glare at him my hands balling into fists. I'm this close to grabbing my boot and throw it at his head.

"Whatever dude."

"It's Lucifer." He replies dryly.

I rolled my eyes. Lucifer lifted his dark eyebrow. My dark blue eyes couldn't take off his. I was basically staring him down. My cheeks were definitely turning pink. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I looked away.

"Are you afraid of me?" Lucifer asks.

"Hell no." Yes but he doesn't have to know that. I am very much intimidated by him. This weird feeling inside me is something I've never felt before. It's pretty scary.

Lucifer laughs.

Is it wrong of me to think that his laugh is attractive? Ugh, stupid estrogen wanting his testosterone. My feet is getting sore for standing up too long in the same spot so I walked my happily ass to a chair that's in front of his black mahogany desk.

Where am I going to sleep at? Do damned souls even sleep? Technically, I'm not damned. I was stolen. Lost in a bet.

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

"However long I liked, Celine." He grins.

You know what? I'm not going to ask how he knows my name because duh he's the Devil. But my name coming out his mouth sounded hot. Man I need to get these hormones under control. If I can keep my virginity for twenty-two years then I can keep my hormones at bay.

"Fine. Where am I going to sleep at? In a dungeon? A fiery pit?" I wondered.

"With me." Lucifer shrugged his shoulders.

Hold the fuck up. What did he say?

"You must be drinking the River Styx because there is no way in hell I'm sleeping in a bed with you."

Lucifer stood up putting his palms flat on his desk leaning over and said, "I can make you do whatever I want, Celine."

A shiver ran down my body. That sounded like a promise. All I have to say is no one can't make me do something I don't want to do. Not even the Devil.

I grinned. "Good luck trying, Lucifer."