The Devil's plaything

L.  The Devil’s offer still stood. Actually, even the Devil still stood. This wasn’t the first time that the Devil had tried to buy your playlist off of you. It was actually kind of sad that the Devil couldn’t remember who you were. Despite the fact that she wanted your personal music, she didn’t seem to remember that she had wanted it before. It was like how a baby forgot about a shiny object that you had just dangled in its face right after you took it away.

            “I’d rather not,” you said to the Devil.

            “But anything in your wildest dreams could come true,” the Devil said with a laugh.

            “I prefer getting what I want the old fashioned way,” you said.

            “You will regret this,” the Devil said.

            “I doubt that I will,”

            In a huff, the Devil threw fire at your register, which you calmly put out. “Have a great day,” you said. Then just like that, the Devil was gone. Your boss was pretty understanding when you asked to go home. She didn’t really want to deal with the Devil either. On the way back, driving in your crappy car, you saw a garage sale.

            It took all of thirty seconds to convince yourself that you needed to stop there. As you stepped from the car, you saw that this particular garage sale was selling the typical garage sale stuff. Baby clothes, romance novels, miscellaneous glassware, and crappy PS2 games. Then you saw something behind a yellow coat that interested you. It was a skateboard.

            “How much for the skateboard?” You asked.

            “It’s not for sale,” the guy running the garage sale said.

            “Not even for this much.” You handed the guy a crumpled twenty dollar bill. His eyes lit up as though he thought that you had wanted the skateboard for a measly dollar.

            “You can have it.” You shook hands with the guy, and you grabbed the skateboard. As you moved towards your car, you saw one of Hell’s Gargoyles land atop the house.

            “Not this again,” you remarked.

            The gargoyle threw a ball of fire at your car and upon touching the metal exterior, it caused your car to explode. The hellish thing of the night looked toward you as another ball of fire appeared in his hand. Automatically, you hoped onto the skateboard and began moving down the hill that seemed to continue downwards forever.

            The gargoyle flew directly behind you, throwing fireballs in your general direction. For the most part, they seemed to land to the left and to the right, but sometimes, they landed directly in the middle of the road. As you were skating down the hill, you noticed a shimmering neon bolt of lightning hovering above the road. Reflexively, you grabbed the lightning bolt, causing your body to glow a brilliant yellow. As the yellow energy consumed you, you began to speed up. Finally, you saw the end of the hill, and you thought that you might finally get away too.

            However, as you approached the bottom of the hill, the gargoyle threw an extra-large and extra powerful fireball that opened the ground up to reveal hell. Now, you were falling into a bottomless pit, that presumable lead to the bottom of hell. Now, the gargoyle was diving at you, but for the most part you could easily dodge him. Every once in a while, there was a spike the jutted from the wall that you had to dodge. Then as you continued to fall into hell, you got struck in the back by a fireball, causing you to lose your breath and die.

            In front of you in huge white letters was: GAME OVER. Then in smaller letters were the words: Insert 1 coin to continue. As the timer ticked down to zero, you heard the Devil laugh, followed by her saying, “I told you that you would regret it.”