Lucifer’s Throne Room

You look up. The room is bathed in a reddish orange light. Sitting on a black throne is a man dressed in a pinstripe suit. He grins at you showing bright white teeth.

“Well hello, luv.” He says in a slight British accent. “What can I do for you?”

“Well I’d like a little payback in those bitches for pushing me in here.”

He walks toward you. He is average height, solidly built, with coal black hair and dark eyes that seem to look inside your soul.

A piece of parchment appears in his hand. “An easy enough request. Simply sign on the dotted line.”

You laugh. “Just sign the dotted line. What do I have to give up, my soul?”

“Nothing so gauche, luv. In fact I ask nothing of you at all.”

He hands you a pen.

“Just sign this?”

“Yes, sign it and payback is yours.”