My eyes flash open, I am standing in an empty room, the walls were a beautiful dark blue, like the ocean. There were four LED down lights, all but one was working. It kept flickering, why has no one fixed that yet?

I hear a hum, I look around to investigate - there are oddly three doors behind me.

The first on my left is a deep red colour, the trimmings were white, the door handle rose gold. Huh, what a weird colour. The middle door was white, off white, white trimmings, and a black door knob. The final door was a dark forest green, with an even darker green trimmings and a black door knob. That is a pretty door.

‘Choose one’, said a voice from above. I flinch but from the voice that appears from no where. Looking around I cannot see anyone, it isn’t a very big room.

In a quiet voice, ‘Where do they lead?’

I didn’t expect an answer but the hum came back before, ‘One leads to Heaven, one leads to Hell, the other leads back to life.’

_Wait, am I dead?!? ‘Am I dead?!’ _

_‘Not yet, the door you choose will determine your fate,’ _

_No pressure. One to hell…that would need to be the red door, the white heaven, and the green would need to be for life…right? I want to live and thats the door I am most drawn to. _

I slowly walk over to the green door, I am calm, but my hands become sweaty. My right hand slowly reaches out to touch the black door knob - it is cool, refreshing on my sweaty palm.

I twist the door knob and open the door. I hear a male, deep chuckle, ‘Welcome to hell, my dear.’

‘NO!’ I scream, I see a mans silouett walking towards me, I cannot see his face, as he is in darkness. I try to turn to run but he chuckles again. He says in a velvet voice, ‘Oh my dear, please don’t be frightened.’ _TOO LATE! _My inner panic goes to a sense of calm as I lose consciousness.

I felt warm, perfectly snuggled under my blanket, it is up under my chin while I lay on my belly. I am so snuggled up that I do not want to leave this bed, I cannot remember the last time I could stay in bed once I started to wake up. I was always rushing.

‘That’s the best part, you can stay in bed forever,’ said an amused voice.

My eyes flew open, I was in my bed but not my bedroom - it was large, in the corner on one of those plant comfy couches I always wanted was the man who matched the voice from the door. His legs are crossed, relaxed, leaning back in the chair, wearing black shiny shoes, black pants and of course a black button up shirt. His skin was a light tan colour, he had slightly pointy nose, but it looked slightly crooked like he had been punched years ago but it never healed. His head was put to the side as he was watching me, a half smile on his face. His blue eyes were watching me intently, while his blonde hair was just long enough to fall into his eyes. He dwarfed the chair, he had to be at least 6 feet 2in -

‘I am 6 feet, 5inches actually,’ He smiled.

I narrow my eyes at him, how did he know?

‘Your face says it all, come on, get up and I will explain, or I can join you if you prefer.’ He winked.

I got up as fast as I could. ‘NO! I am up, I am up,’

As soon as I am standing, my bed, the couch and the room disappear - we are both standing in a void of black. It is to quiet and I need to say something. ‘Now what? Torture? Cut my hair? Tie me up and pull the skin from my bones?’

He looks me dead in the eyes, I was starting to regret say that to him, I wanted to break the eye staring contest but he did it first. Throwing his head back and laughing - not just a small one but hand on his belly and doubling over. I look at him in confusion, what is going on? Who is this weirdo?

Finally he controls himself, standing to his full height, wiping a tear from his face. ‘I am sorry, this happens to me all the time, I just don’t know why this part makes me laugh, maybe because I know in a few weeks you’ll be laughing with me about it over drinks.’

‘Ah huh, sure.’ Definitely a looney.

He walks over to me and puts his hand out. I look at it and then all the way up, up, up to his face, then back at his hand. ‘My name is Lucier - if you haven’t already worked it out. It’s nice to meet you Taylor.’

I stared at his hand for a few seconds louder - my heart is racing and I feel like it is having trouble pushing my blood around. Deciding that no matter what, shaking hands with Luifer can’t turn horrible, right? I place my small pale hand into his. How can Mr Evil hands feel so warm and welcoming, like our hands are hugging?

‘Just cause I am the Devil, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to shake someone’s hand. Come on, its time to go.’ He said as he manoeuvred our hands from shaking to holding - he did it so casually like we had done it many times before.

The black void around us slowly started to change, green vines started to grow from nowhere, to trees, butterflies randomly flying past my head, I hear a hum of insects, and chirps of birds. Soon enough I see no more black void but a beautiful lavish rainforest, where I can hear a stream and a distant waterfall.

‘This is beautiful,’ Lucifer said, as he clicks his fingers and a blanket appears on the ground. He lets go of my hand and I suddenly feel lost, he sits and guestures for me to sit. Which I do.

I look around and agree with him, ‘It is beautiful, why bring me here?’ I stare at him, so confused to see him in a suit, in a rainforest, on a plain old picnic rug. Actually any guy wearing a suit would look weird.

He looked at me, staring into my eyes - my soul. ‘Taylor,’ he said it with so much sincerity. ‘I didn’t bring you here. You brought me.’

I laugh at him, ‘Ahhh I don’t even know where this is!’

‘I don’t either. This is somewhere where you wanted to go, to be at one stage of your life. It’s peaceful, I can see why you wanted to come here.’

‘Yes it is peaceful, I like nature, I wanted to be in it more before I-‘

‘Died,’ He finished for me. ‘Death is never the end.’

‘Apparently it is, if you come to hell.’

He chuckled, ‘Yes, I get a bad…’ He was looking at a way to say it nicely.

‘Wrap, that its horrible down here, and that your life goal should not to even end up down here?’

‘Persisely, however it is not like that at all for you. Sure some is true - but that is for the people who are evil at their core, you are not evil. You are curious, inquisitive, so many unanswered questions and so many experiences to be had. Beautiful, that’s why you choose my door. Red was Heaven - it would not have been a good pick for you! It would of restricted you just as choosing the white door! Choosing my door is going to allow you the chance to explore whatever it is that you want, whatever you can think of, imagine, create without any judgement from anyone - including yourself.’

‘Like what? What if I don’t want to?’

My devil smiled, ‘Well sweet, you then get to watch. But that’s not nearly as fun to experience.’