"Morning, Joan," he smirked. "Have you ever played with Lucifer?"

"Is that who you are?" I asked sarcastically. His evil smirk fell from his face.

"What do you think?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Showing God that I can do more than just possess people, I can train them!" he smirked, laughing an evil laugh. I myself was not amused.

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.

"It means, you moron, that I have perfected my newest form of controlling His people, and entering their lives. I am controlling their lives, and leading them to Death sooner, giving them no time to confess their sins, sending them all to Hell, or into my domain, where I gain numbers from them."

"No wonder you're so wrong," I cracked sarcastically. He pointed at the gun.

"I still want to kill you myself though. You and God have too close of a relationship, and I'm going to take advantage of it, yet I am giving you a choice," he groaned, more to himself or me. "You can lead me directly to God or I can kill you for not cooperating."

"You really don't read much, do you?" I asked. "He's watching me! He knows you want to lure him out, and He probably won't appear again because of you following me."

"There you are wrong, my dear. He will not mind challenging me because He cannot turn down a challenge. He is the Almighty, meaning that I am supposed to be no match for Him, since He is the one who banished me from His heaven anyhow. Do you know what that means, ignorant human?" he asked. I shrugged, just to hear his lousy answer. "It means that I can use my new-found abilities to get to him, which means that I might win, and I could easily conquer everything He once gained."

"I'm not going to help you," I said sternly. "I'm going to help Him fight you."

"Impossible!" he cackled. He was laughing, but I had a secret. Dad let me keep the gun on me, Dad put a gun on me. I fired into Lucifer until all I heard were clicks. The heat of the area was unbearable, and I drug myself out of the car. As I crawled away, it exploded into a burst of light, and wispy figures took him away, but upwards. He would have to deal with God first, and I had a great story to tell one day: I myself took down Satan.