I stood in my kitchen, over a cast iron dutch oven as I add the final addition to my recipe. I was excited to try the soup. As the seasoning touched the food the kitchen starts to whirl around, things flying around everywhere. It felt like a tornado was in the room. The lights went out and with that I let out a loud high pitched screech. As everything died down I stood back up, surprised that the soup and cast iron was basically untouched still on the stove top, however there was debris in it. I started to examine the damage, looking through everything as best as I could in the dark. I stepped on something, assuming that it was just a book or something; but then I heard a yelp. I jumped back and hit my head on a cabinet, effectively knocking myself out. I already blacked out before I even touched the floor.

I woke up laying on the couch with my head resting on a pillow, and a blanket covering my body. I don't know how I got here.

"Nice of you to finally wake up" I heard a deep voice say

"What...?" I questioned

"You've been out for like 3 hours" the voice spoke again

"Who are you?" I questioned in a small voice.

"I am the devil." He said bluntly

"Yeah right" I said laughing and started to get up. I turned around and saw a handsome young man in all black, he had red hair and a harness with chains hanging from it. All in all, hot. "Wait! Why is a random person in my house?" I spoke out loud, mainly for myself.

"I'm not a person, baby. I am the Devil!"

"You look like another playboy"

"Put international before that babydoll." He said with a chuckle and a smirk. I rolled my eyes so hard I might have strained a muscle. He glared at me after I rolled my eyes.

His eyes shined a bright red, like blood. I shrunk back. But decided to test him even more, because I apparently don't value my life. Hahah, "Handsome. Now. where did you get those contacts, and could I get some?" I questioned with a dash of sarcasm

Concentration flashed across his face, and giant black wings sprouted from his back, scattering feathers across the room. The wings looked softer than silk, and surrounded the man like a cape. I gasped and he just smirked at my surprised face. "There you go." He said with an almost angry voice, but it was still a bit calm. I nodded and then pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't.

"So...How did you...how did you ge-t here. In my house?" I asked a bit hesitant, scared that I'd somehow say something wrong and get in trouble with the man.

"I could ask you the same thing" He said in his deep voice

"I don't know, one moment I was making chicken noodle soup and the next moment stuff was flying around the room and then I stepped on something and heard a screech and blacked out."

"That thing you stepped on was me." He said with a threatening tone, almost daring me to talk out of turn. I sat there and thought about how I could redeem myself. I'm not the type of person to shrink back and cower in front of someone.

I smirked, "Oh that was you? I thought it was some cat, like it was so high pitched-'' the man then lunged towards me, grabbing my neck and shaking me. I clawed at the hand. Then in a brilliant moment of thought I said something with the air I had. "If you-kill me. I...whole time in-in he-ll annoy- you." He seemed to understand and let go of me with a gasp. I grabbed my own throat and gasped for air. I folded over onto myself trying to get my body to stop shaking and borderline heaving, looking for breaths.. My brain is trying to process all that has happened.