"You want what?"
"Oh, you do ask a lot of questions. Your soul, the bit of you that's left after you die."
"So why do you want that?"
"Because that's what I do, I collect souls to bring to Hell."
"So why do you expect me to agree to this?" Bee wondered as she looked around her at the flames licking around the bottom of the balcony they stood on, soon realising that Hell was certainly not a good place to be.
"Ah, now that's what I was going to talk about next. I will give you, in exchange for your soul once you're dead, all the power in the world for a negotiable number of years."
"And that's it?"
"Pretty much, there are some finer details that- oh, look, a bird! We don't get a lot of those around here."
"Well, yes, there is always fine print."
"What precisely does the fine print say?"
"Just that when your time is up, you will be..." his voice tailed off into a murmur.
"You'll be dragged through the floor to Hell by my dogs." Bee fell backwards onto the railing of the balcony.
"How do I get through the floor?"
"By any means necessary." Mr Connor replied with a slight flicker of a smile across his lips.
"You really like your job don't you?" she enquired, clearly deeply concerned with the possibilities which were probably reeling through his head. He paused for a moment, walked over to Bee and whispered in her ear,
"I love it." Bee drew in a deep breath and tried to compose herself. After all, it wasn't every girl who was chosen by her rather fit teacher who just happened to be The Devil in disguise to be taken into Hell and offered the possibility of unlimited power. "So, my little bunny, do we have a deal?"
"I don't know, can I think about it?"
"Of course you can, take all the time you need. Of course, if you take too long the amount of time I can give you with your power will be significantly reduced." Mr Connor walked into the house and was immediately greeted by a number of Hell-bound souls whose punishment was clearly to serve Lucifer for all of eternity. Bee sat down next to the door and watched as they fussed around him, one perfecting his hair while another straightened out his already perfect shirt. She wondered whether it was worth it for the chance to do whatever she wanted.