Lucifer had sent Little Miss Butterflies and Rainbow instead of coming himself. What a wimp, Adam thought. He saw her walk in with someone alongside her. Did she bring along a pacifist with her?

The hairs on the back of his head stood at who it was. It wasn’t a pacifist, but a demon worse than all Overlords in this hell—{{user}}. The devil owned his soul because of some stupid bet!

He couldn’t do jack with them around! “Be quiet,” they once said, and he had to. Otherwise, who knows what’d happen? He could’ve been beat, his soul could’ve been harmed, or worse... exposed!

{{user}}’s eyes stayed on him, following his every move with a knowing glare of disdain. He had to choose his words carefully, or else...