"Peter Anderson" a nurse called walking into a waiting room. She wore a very revealing nurse dress that had black trims around it. She had a demon tail that was pink, it curled around her legs and flicked every few moments. "y-yes?" The boy. Peter. Asked getting up "Dr. Roosevelt is waiting for you" The skittish boy got up and nervously walked towards her.

she started to lead him down the halls of the hospital, her black high heels clicked on the marble floor with each step she took.

"what is Dr. Roosevelt going to do?"

"he's going to take tests on you for a little bit, no sharp knives or needles"

Peter smiled. They both got to this door that had a golden platform on it and it had the name "Dr. Roosevelt" on it. She opened the door to show a desk and a room... Painted red... "Have a seat, Dr. Roosevelt will be with you in a few minutes" Peter nodded and the nurse closed the door. He looked around the red room in awe.

He bumped into the chair. He looked down at the black chairs and then took a seat. He looked down at the desk seeing papers and a few pencils. "Mr. Anderson" Peter almost jumped out of the chair hearing the voice. He turned around to see a very tall man staring at him with curiosity in his eyes. He was very good looking. He had olive skin and bright green eyes. He closed the door and walked towards his desk.

"Dr. ...Roosevelt?" He asked (stupidly)

Dr. Roosevelt smiled.

"Yes, I need to talk to you about where you are" he sat down on his chair and looked through papers "So your name is Peter, you lived in Montana, your father I'd say is abusive and your mother doesn't give two shits about it, an-" "never heard a docter swear before"

He looked up slowly at Peter and smirked "I'm guessing this is your first time even living in hell" Peter smiled "yeah I guess it is, it's so- WAIT WHAT!?"

"I'm in.... Hell?"

SATAN.

⚠️WARNING⚠️

this book will contain a few scenes of heavy drinking and drug over dose along with a few scenes of sex and sexual harassment along with strong language.

if you are under the age of 18 or 16 you should not read the book

(thank you for reading)

Peter stared at the docter in shock and out of breath "WAIT WHAT!? I'm in...Hell?" Dr. Roosevelt stared at him and gasped "ohhh! Right you're new here, and you have literally no memory why or how you died" he put the papers aside and looked into Peter's soul "you died, last year. By getting hit by a car, of course who would survive anything like that so you had died, from a severe concussion that damaged the right side of your brain making you forget everything. And the cause of the concussion was from you hitting the back of your head on the road, causing you to bleed out."

Peter looked at him with shock.

"what? no, no, no. I- I still am alive right?"

Dr. Roosevelt shook his head "sadly no, and how did you even think you were alive? Nurse menlon has a fucking demon tail" he shook his head smiling. Peter blushed and looked down with embarrassment.

"Anyway, you are no longer on or even in earth. So, welcome to hell" he said placing the papers down and held out his hand. Peter stared at it for a whole minute before shaking it. The room grew dark and the night sky became a deep red. Peter looked around the room and then into Dr. Roosevelt's eyes, noticing they were growing a deep red and his black pupils became slits.

He let go of Peter's hand and smiled showing pure white fangs "I am Agnar Roosevelt, and I am Satan."

Peter stared.

"Uh-uh. No you're not" Agnar stared "oh, you're not kidding" Agnar shook his "nope definitely not" he said and smiled. Peter quickly leaned in almost into Agnar himself. "So, you're Lucifer?" Agnar nodded "you are the king of demons"

he nodded

"demons.."

he nodded

"real fucking demons?"

he nodded again.

Peter leaned back into the chair and looked up. KILL ME! JUST KILL ME, OH MY GOD KILL ME, PLEASE KILL KILL KILL KILL ME! "shut your damn mind for a moment before I choke you" Peter looked back at Agnar and glared "why don't you shut up and stop reading my mi-" "-oh my mother, of jesus and god. You read minds too!?" Agnar leaned back into the leather chair and placed his hands together "I have a few rules for you, and you shall follow them, or you're punished"

Peter gawked.

"Punished?"

Agnar nodded "Yes. Now. You'll be my assistant for every equation that happens, first you'll follow every rule and deal I give you. Or else you'll be put a little room with other demons that torture you until you want to die. Next punishment is something that I'll be in charge of."

Peter stared waiting

"annddd... What is that?"

"trust me, you don't want to know"

he pouted. "Now, tell me a few personal things that may have brought you here to hell okay?"

Peter nodded "are you Christian, a mennonite, or do you believe in any other god or no gods?" he asked getting out a pen and a lined piece of paper "uh, atheist" "okay so you believe in, no god" he wrote it down in beautiful handwriting. "Okay, next question. What is your sexuality?" he asked raising only his eyes.

"I'm definitely bisexual"

he nodded and started writing it down. "Okay, have you committed any serious crime?" Peter shook his head, but then hesitated. "well, I guess in middle school I kept stealing from the teachers, and then I blamed other kids for cheating, and I bullied one boy named Theron who I still think is a total joke and a nerd so.."

Agnar nodded and continued writing, while trying to hide laugh and a smile that kept creeping to his mouth. "Okay, now this is an important question" Agnar sat straight up like a statue. "Do you know who you really are?"

Peter looked down at his hands, that was a hard question to answer it was like, not being able to lift a 6,270 lb rock. He kept thinking and thinking. "I guess not actually, I never took the time to think about who I was or what I was. I just thought that the world would just be wrapped around my fingers and I would be their leader all the damn time. But then this happened... And now I don't even remember my own past life anymore"

Agnar listened to Peter's words, he kept still and didn't breath for a moment before saying "I think I have someone for you that'll help cope with your mind and issues. Her name is Hope. She's a lesbian and an atheist as well. She may be able to help you"

Peter looked up and smiled "strange, her names Hope and she's in hell" Agnar stares at him and then let out a laugh that sounded like music to Peter's ears "I thought the same thing when she came to hell"

Peter smiled and snickered.

"But please, she lives down the street in main daredevil she'll be able to get you a home to live in and a job"

Peter nodded.

"Okay, we are finished Anderson, it was a pleasure meeting you" Agnar held out his hand and Peter gladly shook it. "I'll come back again sometime Dr. Roosevelt, Agnar, Lucifer, Satan"

Agnar smiled "please, just call me Agnar"

Peter smiled back and took his hand out of his. "Goodbye"

Peter closed the door to the demons office and let out a breath

Hell...

"DR. ROOSEVELT!" Agnar looked up quickly to see a tall woman about the same age as him. "Esmareay?" he asked politely. The blond demon crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him while pouting "you made a deal with Peter Anderson! The boy who I specifically told you NOT-TO-MAKE-A-DEAL-WITH!" she shouted pointing a manicured hand at him.

Agnar looked back down at his notes looking back at the boys words "you can't find him.. I don't know, cute?" he asked her while shrugging not really sure what he was trying to say. "What?!"

"nothing."

"Whatever, you have twenty four hours to fix this or else"

Agnar raised and eye brow.

"or else what?" he challenged

"you will be sent to the underworld. C-o-m-p-l-e-t-l-e-y!" she snapped. She huffed as she turned around, opened the door, and walked out, along with shutting the door with a loud slam. Agnar scoffed and looked back down. He was the king of demons not a fucking angel.

Agnar glared at the papers that he held in his hand reading the letters that he wrote

Name: Peter Anderson

belief(s): Atheist

sexuality: Bisexual

any serious crime:

Agnar paused. He realized he never actually wrote down his crimes. He wrote down his own number. Agnar held the pen in his hand and squeezed it until it broke, the ink went everywhere, from the papers to his white coat and shirt. He snarled loudly before throwing the broken pen onto the floor with anger. He took off the coat and walked out of the room quickly to the front desk. "Dr. Roosevelt, you cannot-"

"get fucked"

he then placed his now inked coat on the desk and walked out.

.........

Peter walked around hell for a long straight hour before getting to daredevil main "Oh! I get it" Peter laughed as he realized that the sign said "daredevil" and he was in hell. He laughed to himself and walked down that road. He could see the crimson red towers and the sky that was darker than blood. He was shocked.

"Hey, you must be Peter right?" Peter turned to see a girl with brown hair and bright green eyes Agnars daughter? "yes, that's me" Peter said smiling. Hope was very lean, she was also very hot looking. She had a perfect B-cup size.. Not that Peter was looking I mean c'mon it was right there. She also had nice clear skin that had a shiny tone to it. "Are you Dr. Roosevelt's daughter?" Hope went wide eyed and then put the most loudest laugh getting attention from all the other demons walking around

"no! what!? I mean I guess I look a lot like him but no" she kept laughing.

Peter looked down embarrassed (again) and fiddled with his hands "anyway, he told me that you needed a place to stay, and I have the place for ya, okay dolly?" she said patting Peter's shoulder. He smiled and nodded "thanks!" Hope took Peter's hand and she pulled him downtown

...............

Agnar stood in the middle of his room, walking back and forth with his hands behind his head.

He kept thinking about Peter, the way he blushed with embarrassment made his heart flutter (for the first time in anyway) Peter made Agnar go in heat like a feline. Ew. Agnar shuddered by the thought

Heat.

Something he's never felt before. Sex wasn't his thing and will never be his thing. He always thought about it, but always pushed it away.

"Uhg!" he shuddered again.

He walked to a window and stared out into the red world with disgust. He hated hell and all the scum filled demons in the world he now lived in. But... He didn't hate Peter. Or Hope. But everyone else can burn. Peter. Ew, no, stop!

Agnar bit down on his lip and growled with annoyance.

why did he keep thinking about him, he wasn't special nor great. He was just a stupid, fucking...

demon....

Agnar turned around getting an idea.. Agnar could of course make Peter his but it would take a few months or day or even years for him to understand what Agnar wants. Peter isn't a human and nor is Agnar so they're both fucked. But if Agnar could make Peter think about him more, it would work. And all he needed was a dream and a demon named

succubus.