Samantha looked around her room, but something seemed odd. It was peaceful, too peaceful for her chaotic family. She looked over and looked out at the lush forest, trees decorated with hues of orange, red and yellow.

That isn't right....

Samantha could have sworn it was summer. She scratched her head, no longer feeling the intense pain that once dazed her thoughts. Her dog seemed to glow, now that she thought about it, everything seemed a bit bright.

Perhaps she was dreaming? She stood up and gave a small yelp as she saw a young man sitting in a chair nearby. Oh Go- her thoughts were interrupted as the man spoke.

"Not God, but perhaps I could be considered a friend of his." He looked up at the girl. "But, maybe ex-friend." He finished with a thoughtful tap of his chin.

Samantha tried to say something back, but all that she could muster out was a strange mumble that consisted of a jumbled up alphabet and a small dribble of drool as she stood there with disbelief.

The man dipped his head down as he stood up, his hands pulling a white coat outwards of his chest as he adjusted it. "I see you haven't gotten a chip..." He commented in a scolding tone. "How was I supposed to pull up your files?" He asked.

Samantha looked around with confusion. "W-what?" She asked in a dumb tone. "I- uh..." She tapped her feet. "Yeah." She slurred as she clasped her hands together at her torso.

"It's okay." He said as he pulled a pen from his pocket, spinning it between his fingers. "All I need is a signature and you can live." He said in a calm, amazingly nurturing tone. Samantha didn't even seem to hear the chilling end of the sentence.

"Yeah... Of course." Samantha said hurriedly, almost drone like as she stared into the mythical eyes of the handsome man. He walked over with a sheet of really old, brown paper, at least it looked like paper.

The man handed her a pen, as soon as her hands clasped onto the pen, she realized how cold it was, the pen was hot, and her hand seemed to melt into it. Samantha blinked, reading the paper thoroughly. She noticed something odd, she had to ask...

"What's yo-your na-name? All it says he-here is Beast." Samantha stuttered.

"Most label me with that, among many other humiliating and degrading names.... But my name is Lucifer."