Losing My Way

Using his hellish power. Satan. looked through what I had written so far. His curls fluttered as he shook his head. 'Not very promising so far,' he said with a sigh.

"It has come to my attention that you are planning to write a novel without me in it," Satan said to me while we both shopping at a dollar store. "Yes, that's right," I told him. "So what?" "Well, it seems to me that by writing in your book that I won't be in the book that you have put me in the book." I grabbed some chocolate covered mint cookies and placed them in my cart. "I hadn't thought of that, but just mentioning you doesn't make you part of the story," I argued. His eyes burned red as he sneered. "My friend, it most certainly does. So I suggest you let me defower some nuns, or have a Cardinal give me head."