What would you do to achieve your wildest dreams? What would you give up? Your soul?
Beatrice, more commonly known as Bee, sat in her chair, staring at the plain white ceiling. She wondered if she could lift out the individual tiles and make an entire room up there. Well, she did until she was rudely interrupted by a large book being dropped on her desk and her fingertips.
"Bloody Hell, sir!"
"Excuse me, Beatrice," Mr Connor took on his 'serious' tone, "Don't swear at me."
"Sorry, sir, but did you have to drop it on my hands?" she exclaimed, pressing her hands into her ribs in an effort to alleviate the pain.
"I didn't mean to, mind you, I can't say I'm entirely disappointed by the fact that it did land there. Now," he proclaimed, addressing the whole classroom, "The rather bulky book you have in front of you is Milton'sParadise Lost. The story of Hell and Satan. I got you copies in large print for two reasons: 1, because I know you and, collectively, you have the attention span of a goldfish." Mr Connor paused for a moment waiting for the muttering to die down once again, "And 2, because I thought I'd intimidate you with the sheer size of it. I would like you to start reading it during this lesson because I know that if you don't start now, you won't start at all."
Bee slumped back in her seat and picked up the book. Boring. Boring, boring, boring, boring. she thought to herself.
"Fine, I can see none of you are going to be interested in this so you're going to make me work for my living." He reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper which he stuck to the whiteboard at the front of the classroom.
"Now, what is this?" The whole class stared blankly at the picture they had been presented with; Lucifer stood in the middle of a group of angels. Well, I say the whole class, all but Bee. She stared hungrily at the image of The Devil, dreaming of the power he had; the power to do whatever he wanted. "What is the difference between this man and the angelic figures around him? Hmm? As far as I can see, there is no difference; little Lucifer here didn't agree with what the big man had to say."
Much to the relief of everyone else in the room, the bell rang signaling the end of what most of the room believed to be the dullest hour in all of their lives to date. As Bee stood up to leave the room, a voice from the corner summoned her back.
"Bee, I need to see your for a minute." She let out a long sigh as she walked sulkily across the room, "It won't take long." Mr Connor replied as he walked to the door and closed it. "Now, what do you know of Hell?"
"Erm, not a lot, if I'm honest, sir."
"Would you like to learn?"
"If it involves anything out of lesson-time, sir, I'd rather not."
"It won't take long, just a minute." A smile spread across Mr Connor's mouth, a sort of evil plottish smile as he stepped towards her and leant on a table nearby. As he did so, the room around them began to melt away, a film of ice enclosing everything before disappearing in a flash of fire.
"Sir, what the Hell did you do?"
"Oddly appropriate phrasing there, Bee. Well, as I'm sure you've guessed, this is Hell. One of the nicer bits as it happens, it being my house and all."
"Hang on, what?"
"Oh, come on, you're a clever girl which is exactly why I brought you here."
"This is Hell, I live here, in the nice bit, I am Lucifer. I didn't expect this to be this difficult."
"You what? You did what? You are who? What do you want with me?"
"I thought that'd I'd introduce the whole idea of Hell and me just to see what the class would do. See which of you would be interested in the idea of ultimate power, you clearly were interested."
"How did you know that?"
"Well I have fantastical powers of observation and an amazing intuition. That and I can see who is likely to give in, they give off a sort of glow and yours is massive, it simply screamed to be taken to Hell."
"Good to know. Still, what do you want?"
"I want your soul."