The devil and me.

Who are you?

The man would come and go. Seemingly as he wished. She wanted to know why. She followed him to see if he just disappeared. He came to a wall and just walked through. She tried the next couple of hours, trying to get through. It didn't work and she sat down frustrated.

'If you are going to follow me, you could be less obvious', he said. 'Who are you really?', she asked.

'Who do you think I am?', he said. 'Someone who can get me out of here', she says hopefully. 'Who am I specifically?', he asks smiling.

'You can be the devil himself, if you will get me out of here', she smirks. 'I think it best you know from the start who I am and what I can do. The big question is are you willing to pay the price?', he says seriously.

'What if I told you, I am the devil in the truest sense of the word. I control the damned in hell. I have many things I would like to offer, in exchange for your soul', he said.

'You're the devil himself, I don't believe it', she scoffed. He seemed angry at this. Suddenly he seemed to expand until he filled the sky. Here was her traditional red skinned, horns and pointy tail devil.

'Is this what you really look like?', she asked. 'I am legion therefore I am many, I have no set appearance. This is what you were expecting, so I can change to your expectations', he said with pride.