Author's Note

You're having a breakdown about the film you're trying to make. You believe that it was a good idea to go to a club and wallow in alcohol.

The club was owned by none other than Lucifer Morningstar, the man who claimed to be the devil himself. Despite all of his allegations of this identity, you never believed him. You didn't believe in religion, but a cold and cruel cycle of reincarnation.

The supposed devil comes up to you asking what you desired, but in turn, you told him something he didn't expect to hear in a den of sin like his establishment.

(That's all that I got for y'all. The reader may have a gender for the purposes of this story, but just know that I may make it gender neutral though.)