Lisa woke up as a starfish on her bed, bellybutton up and completely sloshed. What was that dream? Man, she must have been really tired last night to imagine she was getting married. And to Satan, no less.

Was it an allegory about the fact that the boy she was secretly in love with was ignoring her? On the other hand, she had never really talked to him... A basketball player at heart, he often had fun with his many friends and was surrounded by an almost impenetrable female court. In fact, Lisa said to herself with discontent, she looked like any other high school girl of her age, seen from this angle.

The only thing that, in her mind, set her apart from the mass of her high school was the fact that she didn't particularly like to go out, she had few or no friends, she didn't have the same interests as her peers, she didn't like makeup, and she didn't drool over movie stars despite her love of movies. Nor did her life revolve around the perfect time to perform first intercourse. Or about doing it at all.

Even though it bothered her, in fact. But her problem was something else, since at eighteen, she had never had a romantic relationship.

-That's a sad fold of annoyance when you wake up, my wife.

She looked down. On two bright red irises in a plain red face with black hair, horns and a bright white roguish smile.

-Holy fucking shit! she exclaimed while leaving behind, to slide on the edge of the bed and to land on the ground in a frightful noise.

She was still asleep. That was the only possible explanation.

Yet, one foot still on the bed, she felt it sag under an unknown weight, before a head appeared. Still as red as ever.

-How are you?

A midget scream escaped her. Long, shrill.

Leaning on the edge of the mattress, lying on his stomach, the red stranger simply tilted his head to one side with an amused smile. He observed her with curiosity. When the breath missed him, Lisa stopped. She hesitated to start again, but she had to face the facts: he was not aggressive, and she was alone at her grandparents' house. Nothing and no one was going to save her from this... This... This stranger!

-Are you finished, my wife?

-Your wife? she yelps. No, wait...

Her dream suddenly came back to her. No... No... No!

-I'm still sleeping, right? she squealed.

-No, otherwise I would have chosen a dream where we consummate our marriage, answered the man with a scoundrel smile. That would make you a good... appetizer.

An appetizer? Consummate marriage? Wait... He was talking about sex!?

Horrified, Lisa sat down, checking that she had her clothes on, and even her panties from the night before. In passing, she noticed a ring on her finger. A black steel thing adorned her ring finger, shaped like a skull and crossbones with ruby eyes.

-What is this gothic stuff!?

-Your wedding ring.

With a vacant eye, she looked at this demonic red man. He looked exactly like the one in her dream. Wait... What was his name again?

-Satan!?

-Ah, is your memory coming back? I reassure you, I haven't deflowered you yet, my wife.

These last two words carried in them such a possessiveness that she shuddered. The arms crossed on her chest, as if to hide her to his glance as appreciative as casual, she became red peony. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes, the devil!

-I... I can see how... Why... Uh... You're fine... Is this a joke, actually?

He raised an eyebrow. Two red leather wings suddenly appeared on his back, and five fireballs levitated in the room.

-No, it's not a joke, he said, before making it all disappear with a snap of his fingers.

At least the message was clear.

Mouth agape, Lisa looked at him. He had really done it. Had she been using drugs? No, she didn't feel out of it. Only badly awake. Very badly awake. Him, on the other hand, if he had the hair in disorder around his horns, he seemed at his ease in his bed.

-How do you do it?

-Only your father is left of your family, he answered obligingly. You certainly had an anticipated emancipation, but there remains your daddy. But your daddy is a Satanist who sold you to me in exchange for your life.

I beg your pardon? The image of the egg skull that served as her progenitor came back to her, waking her up completely this time.

-What? What do you mean, my father sold me to save his life!?

Satan gave her a sparkling white smile.

-That's exactly right. And because you're a fleshy woman like I like, I married you.

-Without my consent?

This time he frowned.

-You approved, by the way. You even made out with me in a rather memorable way, for an inexperienced virgin.

She blushed even more, if that were possible. Then she realized she was on the floor, and he was still sprawled on her bed. Getting up with dignity, she wrapped herself in her old pink panda blanket.

-I didn't approve anything. I don't remember it. And then it was all in a dream! How could I have consented to anything in a dream!?

This time he laughed.

-It was not a dream! I came to get you in person in the night. Don't you remember?

-I... I thought I was dreaming...

He widened his eyes... Before bursting into laughter.

-You're the only woman who dreams of marrying the Devil, Lisa! Come on, I'm starving! It's Sunday, right? Don't humans work today?

-Uh...

He passed in front of her, as if he knew the place. Determined not to let him walk alone in her house, Lisa trotted behind him.

-I am working today. Like you said, I'm emancipated and I have to go to work to pay all my expenses.

On the stairs leading to the first floor, Satan glanced over his shoulder.

-You don't have to work for a living anymore.

For the blow, she laughed at him outright.

-Look, man, as far as I'm concerned we've known each other for about ten minutes. So don't tell me what to do.

For a moment, she forgot she was standing in front of a red man with horns. She thought she had made a fatal mistake. But he burst out laughing as he hugged her to his chest -naked, by the way-.

-My wife, I already love your atrocious character!

-But let go of me, finally!

-What for? You have to get used to my touch.

Spreading her head from his massive torso, Lisa stared at him. He was incredibly tall, the devil! His red eyes planted in hers, he had a smile in corner... And lifted her literally of the ground, the hands on her buttocks, to kiss her.

Her brain switched off. Stunned, she felt for the first time in her life warm, almost burning lips on hers. Prickling a blush, she remained for a moment forbidden. Before exploding with anger.

- You boorish devil of Satan! she roared while striking it a multitude of times on the chest. Let me go! Do not touch me! Get out of this house and leave me alone!