The Devils Game

Chapter Three: Interview With The Devil

Hey everyone. Sorry about the late update. I've been going through a few rough patches. I started school and it's exhausting. I'm sure you all don't want to hear about that though. So anyways, on with the story.
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*Haan's Point Of View

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Everyone jumped as the door busted open and a man walked- no he glided- into the room. He had an aura about him that told you he was in charge for now. He was pale white with black hair that stood out. His eyes were a deep purple. I didn't know what to make of him.

The girl beside me trembled in fear. What's her name again? Casey... Cathy... Camilla? Yeah that's it, Camilla. A weird name in my opinion.

Anyways, back to the dude. He wore a black robe. Thicker than a judges robe. When he spoke, his voice was demanding. "You humans need to come with me. I'm taking you to the creator of this game." With that, he smirked and walked out of the room, his feet never seeming to touch the ground.

A business man was the first to follow, then more joined him. We walked in silence. I hung around in the back, watching the others, looking for character traits in them, trying to see who they were when they were alive. There were the obvious ones, like the guy in the army uniform, but there were others who looked like they didn't belong anywhere.

"Sir, where are we going?" A girl spoke out. She looked like a stripper and from the way she was grinning at the dude, I assumed I was right.

The line stopped as the man in the robe came back to stand beside her. "What makes you think you can talk to me?" He spoke with a twist in his voice. She cowered in fear. "Exactly. Humans like you disgust me and I'll be glad when the world is rid of you." With that he returned to the front of the line.

We walked for hours. Left, left, right. I marked all the turns in my head so I could remember the way out of here if I needed to. Finally we reached a circle with doors all around us. So much for me trying to remember my way out.

We went to a door on the right and when he opened it, we all walked into a dark room. Lights turned on suddenly and I looked around. The walls were red while the floor are black. Servants stood at the walls just waiting for an order. In the middle of the room, a purple throne sat with a man in it. He has emerald green hair that was messy. His silver eyes went well with it and they landed on us.

"So, you're the twenty. I'm the Devil, Hades, Satan, and whatever else you humans decide to call me," He paused as he spoke and waited for our reactions. On the inside, I was freaking out. I am face to face with Satan! On the outside, I was calm and collected.

"I collected you all for this game and like every game, this one has rules. First, you're all fighting for the chance to live again. If you happen to be the winner, then you will be able to go back to the day you died and change the whole day so that you don't die. There can only be one winner. Second-" He was cut off.

"This is bullshit! No one told us that only one of us can survive!" The guy in the army outfit yelled. Others yelled with him.

"Silence!" Flames sprung up around him and everyone ducked. Silence hung thick in the air. "Now that we have that cleared... I will draw your names out of this bowl and that will decide who fights first. Before you fight, the fighters will have an interview with me so that we can entertain the audience, or the demons as you all call them. Each fight will last two hours. In those hours your job is to fight to the death or simply run and survive. After each fight, you will be leaded to an exercise room where you can practice and train or rest. That's just the first phase. Whoever survives this phase will go on to hear about the next phase. Now, let's walk to the interview room."

We walked in silence again as everyone processed the rules. It is a bit shocking but sort of expected by Satan. Reaching the room I noticed five chairs and a huge bowl in the room. The carvings on the bowl were ancient. The Devil sat in the first chair and we all gathered around the bowl. Snapping his fingers, a servant came over and passed paper to us.

"Write your name on the paper, then fold it and throw it in the bowl." He spoke and smirked. No one moved. "Today humans!" He snapped. Everyone rushed to do as he said.

Haan Okazaki. I wrote my name and folded the paper three times. Looking into the bowl, it had something thicker than water in it but it didn't get the paper wet. This is so weird.

When everyone was finished he flicked his hand and a stream of the thick liquid came out of it with a paper in it and laid it in his hand. Please don't be me. Please don't say my name.

"When I say your name take a seat." He opened the paper and paused before reading it. "Lyric Novacek, come on up and take a seat." I watched a young boy walk forward shakily. When he sat in the seat, he looked down at us with fear.

The thick liquid trickled into his hand and I prayed to some higher power that I don't believe in. "Camilla Rodriguez." The girl I spoke to earlier stood up and walked to the seat beside Lyric. She sat calmly in her seat but her eyes showed her fear.

Another paper landed in the Devil's hands. "Lux Greene." He spoke then smirked down at the crowd. A girl wearing an orange jump suit stood up and walked to her chair with a hard glare. She was in jail when she died. Wonder what she did.

The liquid gave the Devil another piece of paper. He unfolded it and a pit of dread started in my stomach when he stared at me. "Haan Okazaki." I could barely stand to make my way to the last seat. I hope I don't look as scared as I feel.

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