Sam

Sam flung himself on the sofa. He hated his life. No friends, no family, no money..... The only thing that he could relate to was playing his violin. Already, he had achieved grade 8 and become first violin in the London Symphony by the age of 19. If only they would pay him. At last, a night when he didn't have to practice. He was looking forward to a nice, relaxing....1

Ding-Dong!2

"Oh, fuck off," he muttered.3

Ding-Dong! He gritted his teeth.4

Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!5

"All right, all right, for god's sake!" he shouted. The ringing subsided. Agitatedly, he swung his legs over the sofa and stood up. He then slowly shuffled to the door and opened it an inch.6

"What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed fashion.7

"I need to talk to you," replied a small, sweet voice on the other side.8

Sam opened it a little more. There stood a small girl, about the height of his battered sofa. She had long, golden ringlets that flopped over her shoulders. She had a pink rose in her hair that was fresh. Sam could smell it from where he was standing. Her hair almost seemed to sparkle in the sun. Her eyelashes were dark and long, whilst her eyes were a vibrant blue. Her dress was made out of pink cotton, with a bow round the waist and roses sewn on. She seemed to be around five years old.9

"What about?" he sighed, scuffing his feet on the doormat.10

"I can help you, you know. I know your secret." she said innocently.11

" Secret? What are you talking about? Look, do you have a mummy or a daddy that you're supposed to be with? You see, I have some work that I need to be getting on with so if you wouldn't mind..." He stopped short. The girl didn't seem to be listening to a word he was saying. She was looking straight through him.12

“The creature inside you grows! Quickly, we must hurry!” She grabbed his arm and tugged it with surprising strength.13

“What the hell are you talking about? Look, just leave me alone! Go away!” he shouted, wrenching his arm free.14

The girl looked at him with a look that an old man would give you, one that has seen many experiences than you have in your lifetime. One that seems to say ‘I know what I am talking about. I am wizened by age.’ It was strange coming from a girl as young as she.15

“Just come with me, and all will be explained! Do you want to die along with all the other pathetic mortals who live on Earth, or do you want to come with me and I can show you a whole new life, full of wonders that you can never imagine!” said the girl. Her voice had taken a manly tone that resonated through Sam’s head. Her eyes were blazing.16

“Err… what just happened to your voice?” questioned Sam, now beginning to get scared.17

“That, Sam, is my true voice. My voice just then wasn’t real, nor is this disgusting disguise I am wearing now. Tell me, Sam, have you ever heard of a place that mortals call ‘The Underworld’? Yes? Ha, I thought so. That is our destination, Sam. Me and you both belong there.”18

“Me? Why do I belong there?” he interrogated, starting to take this more seriously.19

“Because, Sam, you are the son of Quertosder, or, if you like, Satan!”20