If this ever managed to be a published book - God forbid - then this would be like the blurb on the back. So kind of the prologue. Sort of.
“Damn you,” I said.
He grinned knowingly. “Too late. Someone beat you to it quite some time ago.”
At that, I paused to reconsider exactly what I was doing; it didn't take long. I was sitting in a strange apartment with a huge window overlooking a city like New York.
With Satan.
Prince of Darkness, Father of Lies.
Oh, wow.
I think it would be almost silly to mention that things didn’t seem quite so sunny anymore.
