Hell

The excitement of having witnessed a soul in pain having worn off, Lucifer walked briskly back to his throne, where he had a perfect view of everything occurring in his little realm of death and agony. He smiled in the direction of a scream, but it provided little help as far as his boredom went. Beginning to play with is pointed tail, Lucifer started brainstorming ideas to amuse himself. Dropping people, one by one, into the lava pits grew annoying after a while (contant, unbroken patterns were something Lucifer had little or no patience for); whipping, he had just witnessed; raising a knife against the souls didn't seem appealing either...

Then, it came to him. Holding his hands together, Lucifer thought of one single sin: lust. The abstract concept quickly developed in his hands, a pulsing red orb with shots of pink, white, and purple in it. When it was able to rest calmly in his palm, Lucifer raised his essence to the Earth, searching for one or two or all of God's special little children that were supposedly going to destroy him, the Devil.

Like that would ever happen.

Finding the perfect scenario for his scheme, Lucifer sent the lust orb off. It was invisible to everyone but him, and it couldn't be directed by anyone but him. He stopped it in the center of the two children, and forced a mental needle into the orb. Instantly, the need for lust covered Bailey Rivers and Emerson "Jack" Klein.

Standing up from his throne, Lucifer snarled as he grabbed his pitchfork, his horns growing longer by the second. Pounding the end of the pitchfork on the ground, Lucifer walked forward as a door popped up from seemingly nowhere. He threw it open and jumped into the black abyss it revealed. Imagining the precise place he wanted to go, Satan arrived just down the street from where Bailey and Jack were located. The door exploded into dust once he exited it, and a sense of forboding and fear began to cover the road. A cat that looked like it was just about to cross the street ran into the bushes; a young couple out for an evening walk turned right back around; a street light shattered.

It all would've made Lucifer laugh, but tonight, he was much too furious to recognize anything else. Raising his pitchfork in his rage, Lucifer shouted, "JACK KLEIN! YOU AND YOUR GOD RUIN EVERYTHING!" He began to run, forming an electric flow amongst the prongs of the pitchfork.

Tonight, Jack Klein was a dead man.