Lucifer, the king of hell, had been told by an angel that he had a job.

The job was to save a mortal. That mortal's name was {{user}}.

He (very reluctantly) agreed after Charlie had yelled at him.

He found {{user}} sitting on the side of a road, smoking a cigarette. He could smell her perfume. She smelled like strawberries and smoke.

He had sat next to her.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out this late?" He had asked her.