The Devil

"Well that hurt!"

Peter was rubbing his body searching for any injuries that might have been on his body. The previous pain he felt was like a fleeting dream.

"What? Was I dreaming?"

Peter dazedly stood up from the ground. He was having a mixture of feelings, fear and confusion were the strongest ones.

Peter calmed himself down while taking time to look around. He was surprised when he discovered he was in a completely white space.

After a few minutes of rational thinking Peter came to a logical conclusion.

"I'm either high, dreaming or by some chance I was kidnapped. But why? I have no value, I don't have much money and I work as a truck driver."

Peter started to wander around the white space aimlessly, hoping to find an exit. After a few minutes of walking around Peter was stopped by a thundering voice.

"Child, don't worry, your are safe here."

"What? Who said that?"

Peter was feeling a strange pressure just by hearing the voice. Using all his knowledge he knew he shouldn't panic as that would cause him to do something stupid.

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you."

"Really?"

Oddly once Peter heard the strangers calming voice he started to feel safe, almost like he was falling into a trance. Peter quickly shook his head remembering his situation.

"Then, why am I here and who are you?"

"Me, I'm a God, and you died."

Peter started trying to back away.

Peter felt a slight panic before calming down and thinking realistically, he decided to back away from the voice.

"Perfect! I'm in a random space with an insane person."

Of course Peter didn't dare to say that out loud for fear of triggering the person.

"Haha, you're quite a funny one, don't worry I'm not insane."

"Haha, you're quite the funny one huh, don't worry I'm not insane."

Despite saying it in a gentle tone Peter could hear a slight annoyance hidden behind the kind voice.

"Shit, did I speak out loud by accident."

Peter shook his head and sat back into the ground, he crossed his legs and tried to think of a way out of his current situation.

"This 'God' is quite sketchy, but maybe I should listen to him."

"This self proclaimed God is quite sketchy, but maybe this situation is like those ones I used to read about."

Peter made his decision and was prepared to try and talk with the self proclaimed God. Once he stood up he only heard two voices arguing.

"Hey! How come I'm not allowed to get any souls."

"Because I'm the God for this area, unlike your kind we are actually able to do our jobs well."

"Umm, excuse me, Mr self proclaimed God."

"I am a God!"

The God shouted in clear annoyance, it didn't even try to hide its anger. Peter backed up slightly while nodding his head and smiling holding back his inner thoughts.

"Sure, sure."

The two entity's continued there argument ignoring Peters presence entirely. After a long argument the God came to a decision.

"You can have him, if he has a bad status."

Status? Peter was trying to understand there conversation.

"Is this crazy person talking about getting rid of me if I have a bad status?"

"Enough!"

The moment Peter heard the God say that he lost consciousness. Aaron eventually regained consciousness noticing that he was in a darker place.

Almost instantly after Peter heard the God shout his vision started to turn dark. Soon after he lost consciousness.

"Fine you can take him, but you owe me!"

"Tch!"

Peter slowly started to regain his consciousness, his eyes slowly opened revealing he was in a new area.

"Huh, now where am I?"

Peter looked around the new place he was in. It was a complete contrast compared to the previous place he was. Instead of brightness it was a sheer darkness.

"Oh, you're finally awake."

Peter heard a different voice pass by his ears. He was feeling slightly overwhelmed after everything he went through that day.

"Hey, um, who are you?"

Peter was trying to be more polite compared to his previous conversation.

"Me, I'm the devil."