I flicked on a camera, as my stream began. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of my followers came flooding in, excited. What they didn’t expect was the stream to be on a roof, on a phone camera. I began to speak.

“You know, I thought the devil was a horned creature, with a silver tongue. One who all despised. In reality, the devil was people. They kill. They hurt. They laze. They—“ I cut off, anger and venom seething into my voice as my followers fretted.

“All of you nonetheless. I saw what you say about me. I know what my husband did to me— which you all knew as well, and laughed about behind my back.” I let out a cruel and harsh laugh, the chat being filled with people apologizing. “Here I am; talking with the devil.” I hissed.

“It doesn’t matter. Soon, I will never have to see you all again!” I said gleefully, walking closer to the edge, as people begged me to stop. “Oops.” I said as I jumped, phone in hand, facing my face and the ground.

“Damn you all.”

Splat.