The Ride With A Devil

"Hey."

"Good morning, Mr. ?"

"Darling, it hasn't even been a minute and you're asking my name? Tsk, tsk."

"Answer the question."

"Ooh, feisty, I like it."

"..."

"Okay, okay, the name's Lucifer. What's yours, honey?"

"Did you just-- Did you call me honey? Pfft, for a devil your vocab sure is limited."

"Hey, take that back."

"Nah."

"You are a feisty one for a dead person, y'know? Most people I see are crying or hysterical by now."

"Nah, I quite expected I'd end up here sooner or later."

"Heh, you're one of a kind, baby. So why?"

"One, don't call me baby. I may be the daughter of the devil, but no. And second, I'm pretty sure heaven doesn't allow cops in especially when they killed criminals."

"Well, what can you say, you killed a person. You broke his command-thingy."

"I'm surprised you know about it."

"Heh, it's the basis of judgment. I, myself, disobeyed every last one of 'em. I need to rebel, y'know. Heaven's full of prudes."

"I've always wanted to ask, I'm fine with hell, but how about purgatory?"

"Honey, when there's good, there's bad. There is simply no in-between in His eyes."

"It's just a legend, then?"

"Pretty much, yeh. Hey look, the shore can be seen."

"It's not hot as I expected it."

"Ha. Ha. Hahahahahahaha. Oh my god, curse that damned ass."

"Hahahahahahaha."

"Never expected to have a laugh with a passenger."

"Never expected to have a laugh with the devil, too."

"Touche. Wait, I'll just anchor the boat."

"Okay. Oh, and the name's Sianus."

"I know, Sianus, I know."

"See ya' later?"

"Probably. But you'd be afraid of me."

"This is hell, Leviathan. I've lost the sense of fear a long time ago."