Cinnamon ice cream with the Devil

I. "You honestly don't think that I've never been warned about this? There's like a thousand country songs about the Devil, comic books, operas, and countless short stories! You are in the bible being a jerk! What makes you think that I will take this deal?" That's right. You just told off the Devil. You've had to deal with your crappy boss long enough that no amount of the Devil's shenanigans are going to make you crack. You work retail, you deal with customers! Those are people who are entitled!
     "Don't you have something that you really want. More than anything? I can offer you any amount of things for your music." The Devil pushed the contract towards you, but you instinctively tore it in half. Almost magically, the contract reappeared in your hand.
      "Yeah. My soul is worth more than a wish that you are going to botch. It's like making a deal with a genie." You tore the contract in half again, and you threw it into the trash.
      "I get such a bad rep from an old book. I'm actually really cool. I thought that apple would be delicious! I'm not that evil!"
      You scoffed. "Yeah right. I don't buy it. Can you hurry up, there's other people in line. The Devil slid her card over to you.
      " After work, you can come over to hell N A hand basket and hang out." The Devil left with a sad look on her face, but you didn't really care. But in like six hours when your shift was almost over, you'd been worn down enough to actually go hang out with the Devil. It beat working or being alone in your apartment.
      You showed up Hell N A hand basket, and you were pleasantly suprised to see that it was an ice cream parlor and the Devil was behind the counter. "You work here?" You asked.
      "I don't just work here. I own this ice cream parlor. Pretty cool, huh?" The Devil picked up a warm scoop and swiveled it around in her hand. "Want a scoop of two?"
      You look at the ice cream flavors. Soul berry, Forbidden Fruit Punch, Chocolate Chip cookie dough, Vanilla Mean, The Dark on Fudge, Devil's Food Cake. "Can I get some Devil's Food Cake?" You ask.
      "You read that wrong. It's the Devil's Devil's Food cake. It's my own special recipe." The Devil dips up a scoop of chocolatey ice cream unto a waffle cone out for you. As you took it, you could have sworn the Devil smiled. She actually seemed pretty cool.
      As you moved the ice cream towards your mouth, there was a flash of light. Suddenly, there were two Devil's. One brandishing an ice cream scoop, and another one wielding a lumberjack's ax. Without a second thought the ax Devil sliced off your hand that was holding the ice cream. As you fell to the ground, bleeding out, you watched as the ax Devil put her ax blade first into the ice cream Devil's chest. Too bad.