Fuck. I gotta get out of this freak show. This has to be a dream. I only have to wake up. It must be a dream. But why would I, one of the biggest atheists I know, come up with such madness? Did I take drugs or am I roaring drunk? Did I hit my head so hard that my brain was seriously damaged? 

I stare at the wall, reminiscing how my parents and I always ditched church to drive to an old cottage next to a small lake outside town. They always found a way to spend Sundays other than in church. They took me once, asked me if I liked it. I just asked if I had to go again. My mom just smiled and said no. Since then we always found something else to do. Until they found my parents guilty of murdering six people. The six were found in the burnt down church near our house. The priest accused my parents of being satanists and told the police they sacrificed these six "poor souls" to... no.
He said they sacrificed them to Ghulae. That cannot be. I mean, they were atheists just like me, right? I do not believe in coincidence, so this cannot be nothing. Could all of this be real after all? If it is, who or what am I?
I should get out of here. Far away from all this. Away from these memories. Away from these people in the hall. Away from this mall. Away from this damned town. I could live in the cottage by the lake my parents and I went. No. Too many memories.
Or maybe I give it a shot. Maybe Satan is real? Maybe I am indeed his wife? Right. Like hell he is. Also, Satan is a he after all. I do not believe this could work.
When I was a kid, I believed Satan and God were boyfriends. As different as they are, it still kinda worked out in my head. I was completely sure of it. And Jesus was their son. Yeah... the priest was... delighted when I told him. My parents just laughed.
But after all, what do I have to lose?
I look at the closet. I never liked closets. My clothes always were somewhere in my room but never in such a thing. I suppose I will free the clothing inside that one as well. I open it to find one black robe, a blood red cape and a silver skull mask inside. That stuff cannot just happen to fit me. That would be... too much of a coincidence. I still do not believe in such a thing. I try the robe. It fits. Okay. I am done for the day. Can I go home now? I want to go to bed and never get out again.
I put the cape over my shoulders, the mask on my face. The skull seems to exactly fit on my face. As if it was forged only for me.
In the very same moment I hear a knock on the door. The key unlocks it, Val enters.
"It is time, my mistress."
I nod and follow her upstairs. I guess now is the time that decides the rest of my life.

I sit on my throne, the master kneels before the window on my right. They mumble something Latin, but I cannot identify single words. Why did I learn this stupid language when I cannot even determine the words when spoken? And people say french is hard...
I sit. They mumble. I wait. They mumble. Suddenly it seems like the mist is getting thicker, making it harder to see anything. Nothing happens.
I sit. They mumble. I wait. They mumble. I get more nervous with every second passing by.
I sit. They mumble. The altar breaks. I sit. They... wait what?
The altar breaks into several parts. In the middle I can see a fiery light. Fire comes out of the fucking floor. Satan surely knows how to make an entrance. Also, he seems to be very real. I suppose, I am no atheist no more.

The mist makes it impossible to see anything. The mumbling stops. I only see the fire. I think I also hear a bit screaming from below. I guess hell is real as well. I stare at the flames in terror. He will know. Satan will kill me for pretending to be his wife. How did he even lose her in the first place? I guess that is a question for another day.
Finally the mist dissolves and I see him. No, not him. Her.
Apparently, Satan is a woman. A good looking one as well. And she looks me directly in the eye. Shit. I am scared and excited at the same time. This is gonna be interesting.