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“What a boring day”, complains the ruler of hell unamused and bored “I’ve been torturing human souls for all eternity and I’m sick of it.”
The ruler of hell sits on his throne made of bones, when calling his assistant Mats, his right hand who he would trust with pretty much everything. Mats was his assistant, trying to seduce innocent souls on Earth by changing his forms into a past lover of them and make them commit a crime.
He obeys everything his boss orders and is nothing but loyal, knowing that he is doing the right thing.
“Let’s seduce some souls”, insists the man nicknamed “the snake”, “Nobody can resist temptation, believe me, it’s fun.”
Lewy gives him a sad smile, observing his kingdom with rage when eventually turning back to his closest confidant.
“We’ll go soul shopping”, declares Robert still not sounding too overly excited about this: “I think I found something for you."
Overly excited, Mats makes his way next to the emperor of hell, not being able to believe his eyes when he shows him the most handsome human being he has ever seen. That man looked innocent, exactly his type to seduce and he loves donating to a charity, which makes things even better.
“What do you think of your latest toy?” wants the devil to know smiling devilishly at him, knowing this is everything his favourite demon is looking for “He’s exactly your type, innocent, blonde and damn good looking.”
“Master”, interrupts the demon the silence now “You need to read this, a mundane wrote this and it’s brilliant.”
The master rolls his eyes, saying “mundane” annoyed when grabbing a book and looking up to the form changer.
“You have 24 hours to tempt him”, declares the ruler of hell serious “Make me proud, meanwhile I’ll try finding the mundane writing this.”
“Yes, master”, agrees Mats not knowing yet that this mission will change everything for him when leaving the gates of hell behind. He turns around one last time and can’t believe his eyes, Lewy is reading a book written by a mundane and pays all his attention to it. This hasn’t happened once in eternity.
On Earth:
The demon transforms from a snake into a handsome man with curly, brunette hair, irresistible brown eyes and a smirk that could melt everyone’s heart within less than a heartbeat. To his own surprise, he feels comfortable in his form, this man makes the impression to have had a very good taste on fashion and was probably the womanizer. He examines himself, he is wearing a white shirt underneath a gray leather jacket and a gray scarf with a black pair of jeans and white Nike shoes. Whoever that guy was, looked like he had style, is everything the servant of Satan can think of at the moment.
The demon has no idea where he ended up but he has already spotted his latest toy playing something mundanes call football nearby. The snake had to admit he had been a fan of occasionally watching football during his missions on Earth, something Lewy always saw as a distraction and disapproved of this habit.
He can see that this was Benni’s passion and that his football skills were indeed remarkable, so Mats can’t help observing the team. His brown eyes last on the match when the footballer catches sight of the man, looking at him as if he was a confidant or a friend to him, that’s not the way you look at a stranger. But what does the snake know about human behavior or activities anyways, he didn’t need to, his charm was enough to make them do whatever he wants. As soon as their training was over, the man made his way over to Mats standing next to the pitch, observing what is going on.
“Mats?” questions a confused Benni approaching the familiar looking man slowly, while the demon is not reacting at all to that name.
“I’m not Mats”, declares the man a little confused “But why do you think I’m Mats.”
The footballer observes him closely, the clothes he is wearing, the way he talks and that little smile on his lips that could melt his heart every time he looks at him.
“Mats was my boyfriend”, explains Benedikt guiding him a little around so that they could go for a walk “He was the captain of the rival’s team, we had to keep our relationship a secret.” The demon having taken Mats Hummels’ form observes the man closely, it was obvious that he must have loved that man even to a man having sold his soul to the devil.
“I’m sorry to hear that”, says Mats upset, this time he wasn’t even acting, he feels some kind of connection with that man. “Did you guys break up or something?” The Schalke captain shakes his head, trying to hold back the tears when walking over to his favorite coffee shop with the man looking like his ex-boyfriend behind him.
“He died in a car accident 2 years ago, it still feels like yesterday”, admits the man with the puppy eyes “This is exactly what he was wearing that day, the scarf was a birthday present by me.” The man pauses when he opens the door to his favorite coffee shop, guiding him over to the table.
“What do you want to drink?”
“A caramel Frappuccino, that looks delicious”, declares the man knowing the taste of the drink from somewhere, all of this is familiar, he could swear that he has been here before.
“That was Mats’ favorite drink”, notes the man living in Gelsenkirchen sadly “I’ll get us our drinks.”
Lewy’s servant observes Benni going up to the counter ordering their drinks, him smiling politely at the barista and Mats catching himself smiling when looking at him. He has never felt something like that, he never needed to, all he felt was hate, loyalty to Lewy and emptiness, not only his emotions but also his actions have been controlled by Satan. But his boss seemed to be busy with other things at the moment, so it was his chance to get to know Höwedes better...
Meanwhile in hell:
“Thomas Müller”, remarks the devil smiling evil, facing every move the man makes, while he is sitting on his comfortable throne made out of bones. The man in front of him is obviously scared, confused but still curious at the same type, not able to face the devil having transformed into a hot, suit wearing man. “You know, why I brought you here. Don’t you?”
His voice is demanding and dominant, it is obvious that he is used to people obeying his rules and fearing him. Thomas tries to stay calm, although he knows that Lewy could sense his fear. “I have no idea”, states the man after having taken three deep breaths “Why am I here?”
The emperor of hell pauses and gives him a terrifying smile until finding words again. “I’m the one asking the questions”, adds Robert “Are we clear?”
His voice is clear but it was the way he said it, that scared the shit out of the mundane. “Yes, we are”, obeys Thomas, resulting in Lewy’s satisfied smile.
“Looks like we get along”, is everything the emperor has to say “Of course, we are clear. I make the rules.”
There is silence between the two of them when the conversation is interrupted by a demon interfering.
“Lord, the chamber is ready”, clarifies the demon his lord and tells him the news, bowing low to him not even facing him directly.
“You are here because I’m generous enough to offer you a deal”, initiates the ruler of hell the conversation “Your writing isn’t bad for a mundane”.
“Thank you”, takes Thomas it as a compliment, concentrating on the man’s body that can easily distract from his shitty personality.
“You write one of your little stories about me”, demands the ruler of hell “And if it pleases me, I’ll give you whatever your heart desires: Immortality, money or the person you love. You name it, I’ll arrange it.” The writer doesn’t need to know the man too well to see how much he is enjoying playing God over others and trying to interfere in their lives.
“And if it doesn’t?” questions the human still having his doubts about making a pact with the devil.
“Well, then”, admits Robert smiling a little, as he is already picturing it “You will be kept here until your dying breath and I’ll make your afterlife hell, so what do you say?”
The man is walking up and down, if he listens to his mind, he should reject it. Robert doesn’t seem to be the person you make pacts with, maybe he won’t give him the things he promised him. But life on Earth has gotten boring for the writer, he has a lack of inspiration and a muse. And if the devil himself wouldn’t be an interesting character to write, who would be?
“I know what you’re thinking”, interrupts the master his inner monolog “I always stay true to my word, I have honor. I’ll give you 24 hours to decide, you see I’m generous.”
He grabs a bottle of vodka, being sick of all this and has had enough of torturing souls for today. That’s what he has servants for. The handsome man wearing a classic suit, slowly gets up, demands that Thomas follows and shows him his room.
The first impression Thomas has of the room is that it seems cold, it doesn’t look like his comfortable living room amongst the warm heating, the decoration, and furniture. The room makes an impression of a dungeon, like a more comfortable prison cell. It’s rather a chamber than a room with the bed being situated in the middle of the room. Next to the bed there are two big, antique book shelves, it reminded him of his local library. The thing that frightens him are the windows being bricked up, there is no way to escape, Thomas can’t even enjoy the view but what is there to enjoy in hell? “Don’t look like that”, tries Lewy in a softer voice, which came off even harsher than before “I won’t torture you, I promise. Well, at least not for now.”
The writer takes a seat on the bed with his college block and his pen in his hands, trying to find some inspiration when the terrifying man approaches him.
“You have 24 hours and don’t try to flee”, insists the ruler of hell, when pointing at the bones in the left corner of the room. The ones the writer didn’t even notice yet, but now a shiver runs down his spine. “Otherwise you’ll end like them. Good night, mundane”.
Thomas doesn’t even answer when Lewy has already left the room. He is alone now, Thomas needs to make a decision that will most likely affect his entire life, and he can’t talk to anyone.
Lewy makes his way back into his living room, needing a drink after all those circumstances especially now that he needs to keep up with a mundane and his confidant is on Earth falling for a mundane. The emperor first sips the vodka, until eventually stop caring anymore and drinking even more and more…