The mind is like a labyrinth. A riddle or puzzle. While the paths of the brain are clear and visible, its pattern is deceptive, its destinations unknown and their secrets are secret. To understand the mind completely is to understand everything about reality. This was something that many people accepted. As the creature leapt down into the alleyway it looked around to see who was in its sight. Suddenly, its nerves sprung to life as it sensed movement behind it. It sprung around and grabbing the victim by the neck looked them in the eyes. A street dweller that smelled of vomit and blood stared back.
“JESUS CHRIST!” he said as he saw the evil in the demons eyes
“Not quite” the demon responded calmly as its hand squeezed the hobos neck
“Look man I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were a mask! Comon I’m just a victim of circumstance here!” the hobo bargained as if to try and convince this enforcer that there was no need for justice
“A victim? Aren’t we all victims? I’m a victim of this body, of this mind…” the demon said as he tapped his skull
“…and you believe that you are a more pitiful victim than I am?” The demon said his grip tightening.
“Comon man its cold this time of year!*Cough*… I just want something to eat!” The thug said gasping for air.
“That’s not the cold…that’s death creeping in on this city!” The demon said dropping the hobo onto the ground.
As the hobo coughed and spat on the ground, friends of his better equipped than he was approached the demon. The hobo got to his feet and stared at the demon. The demon looked at the pack of wolves surrounding him. He moved his neck left and right to crack it and sighed as he went on to crack his knuckles. The crack could be heard by each of the wolves.
“Ah some friends of yours are here to play!” The demon said almost excited to the hobo.
“Man. Mitch…this guy is creepy” Said a dirty young man wielding a pipe.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Mitch said as he stared at the demon.
One of the men holding a blade ran towards the masked man and stabbed him in the shoulder. The blade pierced his jacket, shirt and flesh in one action. Sighing the masked man looked at the scared homeless man, without showing pain or shock in his eyes he grabbed the homeless mans arm and snapped the bone. The homeless man began to scream in pain.
“Who am I? I’m the writing on the walls, the nightmares of punks like you!” He said as he punched the homeless man knocking him out.
The one with the pipe ran towards the masked man screaming, swinging his pipe and showing his rage towards the attacker of his fallen friend. The masked demon tripped the screaming hobo into a trash can. Anger and rage was the enemy of this hobo as he got up and ran towards his target again and trying to throw a punch, hoping to get his target. Grabbing his fist the masked demon spun him around and threw him into the wall. Breaking his nose on impact, the hobo disorientated and scared was tripped and pushed to the ground.
“I am the weak and the wounded that you take advantage of!” He said stepping towards Mitch the leader of the pack of murderous homeless. As he stepped closer the hobo looked up towards the man who had just taken down his friends.
“I’m Mr. Satan, Mitch.” He said looking down on the homeless man
“No..No….please don’t hurt me!” Mitch begged and pleaded
“Oh it’s true Mitch! You found the bogeyman and he is very very real!” Mr. Satan said as he began beating down on the homeless man.
When his knuckles were bloody and his victims no more of a threat than the wind, he went out into the night looking for more evil to extinguish.

Later on he returned to the old factory where he called home. She was there. Dressed head to toe in leather garments, she was dancing to some rock music on her IPod. She noticed the moonlight streaming from the open doors and turned around quickly.
“BOSS!” she said as she ran over and leapt into his arms.
Grabbing her as she leapt she wrapped her arms around his head. She hugged him close, grateful he was alive and back to her. Her tattooed body close to his made her feel like he and she were the only people in the world that could be happy. He never would share the same level of feeling she possessed.
“I’m so happy your back boss. Want some water?” She said as he let her down.
“No Lucy. I need your medical help.” He said as he took off his coat and shirt.
His stab wound was not fresh but still needed attention. Lucy ran towards her bags to get a first aid kit. Lucy liked to patch up Mr. Satan; she felt it made them closer. Of course she couldn’t tell her friends that she was dating a vigilante. Well…she could but it would be a bad idea. And it wasn’t as much dating as it was shacking up/working for. Finding the kit she put on her glasses and ran back to him to get to work.
“What’s the body count tonight boss?” She said stitching his wound.
“Some homeless guys that thought I was an easy target.” Mr. Satan said as she stitched him up.
“You know your one hell of a guy! Most guys would feel me stitching their wound shut. Hell getting half my piercings’ hurt like a hell! But you…You just get stabbed and shake it off.” Lucy said gazing at his back and the wound.
“I don’t feel it but the baby will tomorrow morning” Mr. Satan said as he concentrated towards the wall.
“DONE!” She said wrapping her arms around him.
“Lucy…what are you doing?” He said sounding irritated
“Getting a bonus boss” She said smiling as she kissed him

Dudley Bradshaw woke up in pain and felt the stitches along his back. “He” was awake last night, putting both Dudley’s and his own life at risk. But why did he do that? Why was this happening to Dudley? He went to the black framed mirror to ask him. In Dudley’s house the basement held many secrets that Dudley didn’t care about, what he did care about was the old broken Black framed mirror. Here was the only place in the house the two could meet. Why this was, neither Dudley nor Mister Satan Knew. Mister Satan didn’t know how he came to being but did have his own set of goals. They were by all means more heroic than Dudley’s, but Mr. Satan was using Dudley’s body to do these deeds and Dudley didn’t want to die saving some dirty person on the street. He wanted to at the age of ninety, in a hot tub, with supermodels.
He arrived down to the basement and pulled the cloth from the mirror. There sitting in the place Dudley was standing was the dead eyed Mr. Satan.
“Look who woke up from her sleep” Mr. Satan said as he looked at Dudley.
“What the hell did you do last night!?” Dudley said as he felt the stitches on his shoulder
“ARE THESE STITCHS!?!” Dudley shouted shocked at the reflection.
“Oh yes Lucy did a fantastic job patching me….well “US” up last night.” Mr. Satan said smiling.
“That Tattooed woman! Oh god. Tell me you didn’t sleep with her!” Dudley said angry at the mirrors words.
“And what if I did? She has no interest in finding out our identity and knows that you’re a prissy little bitch anyways.” The reflection said as he stretched his muscles out as if about to exercise.
“She knows who you…I…. We are?” Dudley said puzzled at the insane man in the mirror.
“No. She knows I am Mr. Satan. Hero and badass. But also just another side of a man, who though has the utilities, refuses to use them to help others.” The reflection said as he stared into Dudley’s eyes.
“What if I catch something from her? What if Cassandra catches something from me? What will I do then?” Dudley said as he began to panic.
“Oh calm down you big baby we didn’t do anything that would make you want to change churches. Look I need to rest go …play polo…or tennis or something I don’t care just leave me alone. Your face annoys me.” Mr. Satan said as Dudley stared at him.
Dudley put the blanket back on the mirror hoping he would be free of any trouble for the rest of the day. At least he survived another night with Mister Satan at the wheel.

Dudley sat at the table waiting for his family to enter the room and eat lunch, as they did every day since his sister had died years before. His family was originally made up of seven, his mother and father, the young twins, himself, his older brother and older sister. Being the middle child meant he was often overlooked by his parents resulting in him getting away with a lot of trouble around the house and city. But ten years ago he came home drunk to his parents and siblings crying. He was then told that a former employee of his father’s company had killed Dudley’s sister as a form of revenge towards his father. Dudley never was close to his siblings as they were different to him. He was the black sheep to this family and he knew it. The twins were super genius', his older brother had a superior mind for business, and his sister was a combination of the three of them. In short she was the perfect one in the eyes of their father and mother. Since then the family had always ate together, went to parties together and kept in contact. In reality this only meant that six people sat around a table eating barley talking to one another. Suddenly the door opened and Dudley’s brother walked in, his perfect face damaged by a black eye.
"Richard…What happened?" Dudley said looking at the aggression in his brother’s expression
"You know damn well Dudley." Richard said in a calm yet angry tone, his voice usually soothing now intimidating.
"Out of nowhere you come over to me, say the rudest things imaginable, take my Champaign, spit it on the ground and then you punched me in face calling me princess!" Richard said slowly elevating the volume of his voice as his blood began to boil.
Dudley knew Mr. Satan heard this and was laughing to himself right now.
"But…Mother said you were obviously drunk so I should forgive you. Just do not talk to me until this is gone!" Richard said making reference to his black eye.
As Richard sat down Dudley’s mother and the twins walked into the room. The same aura of self worth, they had whenever in the presence of those of less worth. Dudley’s phone began to ring as his mother and siblings sat down. He felt their judgmental glares focusing on him. Feeling ashamed Dudley answered his phone.
"Hello?" Dudley said feeling embarrassed about the situation he was currently in.
"Hello Dudley" the woman over the phone said in the cold way that Dudley came to appreciate
"Oh Cassandra. I’m surprised to hear from you so early. Is it time for our weekly get together?" Dudley said curious at why his future fiancé would call him at this time.
"Yes. I shall meet you at 2pm at the Cafe le Blanc. Do not be late" Cassandra said before she hung up her phone.
"So is it that time again? Where is she bringing you this time?" Dudley’s mother asked as the servants placed their lunches in front of them.
"We are going to Cafe Le Blanc at two o clock." Dudley said as he put his phone away and began eating his lunch.
"I’m surprised anyone wants to talk to you after last night actions" His mother said as she looked down towards her lunch.
For the remainder of the meal the table was quite. Dudley did not want to know Mr. Satan’s action and wanted it to stay that way. On the other hand he was satisfied someone finally gave Richard the thrashing he had coming.

Lucy sat at her desk daydreaming about her night with the devil. She remembered his strong arms around her, and her lips pushing against his lips through his mask. She didn’t care what he looked like behind it, he was brave ,strong and something about his martyr like personality made her feel safe around him. She knew she was just his ally, someone to patch him up and occasionally warm his bedside. She knew he wasn’t the ideal prince charming that every girl dreams of meeting, but he was a prince among men to her. She was always so nervous whenever he went out on the town. Would it be the last time they ever saw each other? She wanted to help him in more ways than just patching him up. She often asked him if he wanted some company on his patrols, so she could make sure he was safe. But he always says that she would only put herself in danger and while expendable he didn’t want to lose her. It was a sweet yet a cruel thing to say to her, as it meant he cared for her a little bit.
She watched as her fellow nurses walked around the hospital and she was stuck at the desk. She had medical training and knew her way around any form of illness or injury. However, because the head of medicine believed her appearance would make the patients extremely uncomfortable, she was stuck in behind a desk. This was the biggest load of crap she had ever heard. He only put her on desk duty during the day because he hated her. She turned him down once for a date and he hasn’t forgiven her since but in this economy she would have to be dating a millionaire to be able to quit.
She looked at the newspaper and saw her man was there again. The picture was blurry and there was no way of recognising the man in the picture but the title said it all.

Laughing to herself she could not wait till the next time she saw her hero so she could show him this article. He loved it when his work was advertised. To the rich he was a violent psychopath, to the poor a vengeful spirit, to the wrong doers he was a demon, and to the common man he was both a psycho and a hero. To her he was amazing.

Mr. Satan woke up in a bed that was not his own. He looked around and saw he was in bed with "THAT" woman. Dudley had slept with Cassandra again. Mr. Satan never understood what Dudley saw in this woman. She was cold, annoying and spoilt rotten. She was everything that made a woman unattractive to any sane man. Getting up from the bed he began putting on the cloths that Dudley had taken off. It was still daylight which made it more difficult for him to sneak around the city. He left the apartment not caring if he woke up Cassandra or not. It would do Dudley some good to show he doesn’t rely on this woman to dictate his actions.
Walking towards the old Warehouse he noticed her bike out front. Slowly and cautiously he entered the warehouse.
"Lucy!?!?" Mr. Satan shouted as he stepped into the building.
"Boss? You’re early…Why you don’t come over here I got something to show…”
"DONT COME ANY CLOSER! I need my mask!" He said as he stepped into the darkness interrupting his assistant.
"Okay…God you must be the ugliest guy in the world." She said as she threw the mask across the room towards Mr. Satan.
Mr. Satan pulled his mask on and stepped towards his assistant. Lucy wondered if that shirt was really a designer brand or did Mr. Satan steal it from some pimp.
"What is it Lucy?" Mr. Satan said staring at his partner
"Blue prints for my sidekick outfit. See its effective in combat because I can move a lot more and…” Lucy explained to her boss.
“Go back to that last part Lucy" Mr. Satan said with great disdain.
"Oh it helps me out in combat because…” Lucy repeated
"Before that…” Mr. Satan said his patients wearing extremely thin.
"My…Sidekick outfit" Lucy said sounding almost ashamed of it.
"We talked about this Lucy. I don’t need a sidekick and I don’t want one. I’m fine on my own." Mr. Satan said as he pulled his costume out.
"You came back stabbed the last night. Are you honestly this stupid? What if you die!?" Lucy said being unnaturally emotional in front of her boss.
"Lucy not now. I have work to do." Mr. Satan said as he put on his costume.
"I swear to God. Do you appreciate everything I do? I work my ass off during the day and tend to your wounds during the night and never once have I asked your real name or why you’re doing this? I should know this…."She said as Mr. Satan walked towards the exit.
"Do you even care about me?" Lucy said looking at Mr. Satan.
"Lucy…Later please." He said in his typical cold manner leaving Lucy alone yet again.

Lucy came out from the bathroom, rubbing her red eyes trying to hide the fact she was crying. She sat down at her desk and returned to her work. This would be a perfect time to leave and call a sick day but she needed to work so she could pay her rent. She felt like her world was falling to pieces around her. What if Mr. Satan was on the ground in a gutter somewhere bleeding to death or dead? She felt another wave of tears coming forming in her eyes. If he was dead she would never know who he was and if he felt the same way about her as she felt about him. All of a sudden a handsome man stepped up to the desk. He was wearing an expensive looking black coal suit and a red tie. His hair was a bright blonde and slicked back and his facial hair was well kept and obviously trimmed expertly. Lucy felt her heart race a little as he looked at her with great interest.
"Hello may I ask you a question?" He said leaning over her desk smiling at her.
"Of…Of course." Lucy said feeling her face blush a little.
"Excellent. I am looking for a Mr. Jones. He was admitted today with a gunshot wound and I wanted to see if he was in good health." The mystery man said in a calm manner.
"And who are you?" Lucy said feeling a strange mix of attraction and fear towards this man.
"Oh where are my Manners. I’m Mr. Ballee. A close friend of Mr. Jones." The man said smiling towards Lucy.
"Ok. Well he is in room 33A on the second floor." Lucy said trying not to make eye contact with the man.
"You have my gratitude Nurse…." He trailed off as he looked at Lucy’s name tag.
"Mayberry… What a beautiful name" he finished as he walked away.
Lucy was left blushing uncontrollably. She looked towards the man and saw something strange. The man was walking with a cane of some kind, but it didn’t look like he needed it as he lifted the cane up at certain points as he walked.

Mr. Abelle was unsure of what had happened after he left the cafe. He was sure that Mr. Jones would have bled to death by the time the authorities had arrived. Then again he was also responsible for some of the blame; after all he could have finished it then and there in the cafe. But then he wouldn’t have met that fine specimen Mr. Satan. It was a shame that they could not see eye to eye, but in the end Mr. Abelle proved that the masked Demon was nothing but a fool in a mask. Mr. Abelle liked hospitals as he felt that this was where life was at this limits. People were being cured of sickness here, but people were also dyeing here. People are so afraid of the uncertainty of death that when in a hospital they often fear for the worse. Of course when they are healed and sent home they won’t change. All the faith or promises to live a better life are never truly kept. Stepping into the elevator he waited as the small room lifted him up to the second floor. Mr. Abelle walked towards the private room and noticed that there was a police officer standing in front of the doorway.
"Hello officer" Mr. Abelle said in a pleased manner.
"Hello. Mind if I ask what your business is here sir?"The officer asked looking at Mr. Abelle.
"Oh I am an old friend of Mr. Jones and thought I would visit him. You know make sure he’s all right." Mr. Abelle said putting on a fake tone of concern into his voice.
"Sir I am sorry but I have to make sure that only doctors and family go into his room" The officer said as he yawned.
"I understand but as his friend I really want to put my fears at rest. I’m sure you have a friend that you would be concerned for if this situation happened to him." Mr. Abelle said looking at the officer.
"I can’t let anyone in sir" The officer said starting to get aggressive.
"Officer pleases. I am a man that needs a cane to walk due to my leg. What harm could I do to my dear friend?" Mr. Abelle lied as he knew that one of the canes multi purposes was to make people feel at ease around him. That was always a mistake.
"Tell ya what…Im tired and want to go get a coffee. Go in and leave by the time I get back. Deal?" The officer said in exhaustion.
"Officer you have my word. I won’t be long." Mr. Abelle said smiling.
As the officer walked away Mr. Abelle entered the room and saw the sleeping Mr. Jones. Pulling out the needle he injected Mr. Jones with the liquid as Mr. Jones woke up.
"Hello Mr. Jones. I’m sure you remember me. And there lies the problem." Mr. Abelle said as he sat down.
Mr. Jones opened his mouth but no sound escaped his lips.
"You see I have just injected you with a slow acting poison. It starts by burning your voice box so you can’t speak and within in the next 24 hours your organs will shut down and you will seem to have died of strange causes." Mr. Abelle said with a smile on his face.
"See I can’t let anyone know my name or face. It’s bad for business. You understand being a businessman yourself." Mr. Abelle said as he stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.
"As much as I would love to stay and chat I have to leave. So long Mr. Jones." Mr. Abelle said as he walked out the door and towards the elevator.
He walked into the elevator that was currently occupied by two other people. Mr. Abelle choose to ignore them. Until something was said that caught his interest.
"Did you hear there was a third person at the cafe scene?" The first person said
"Really but we only found two? One corpse and the guy in room 33A" The second person said.
"Yeah but…get this… the devil man was apparently there and he was wounded" The first one said.
“So there’s another guy wounded walking around the city? That guy must be insane" The second one said.
Mr. Abelle had a strange rush of emotions. He felt angry that there was a survivor, amazed that it was Mr. Satan, and excited for their next encounter. Of course he was wounded and wondering around the town so if he may not even survive long enough to meet Mr. Abelle again.

Lucy walked towards the warehouse with the slim hope that maybe he was there waiting for her. If he wasn’t, that means he was dead somewhere. Walking inside she saw someone lying down on the table with his shirt off. He seemed wounded but was attempting to fix his own wounds. Lucy approached him cautiously.
"B…Boss? Is that you?" Lucy asked with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"Lucy?" The man asked
"IT IS YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" She shouted in excitement and anger.
"I’m fixing myself up!" He said in anger and pain.
"Let me do it you damn idiot!" She said as she started operating on her boss.

Mr. Satan wasn’t thinking straight when he got back to the warehouse. All his thoughts cantered around his encounter with Mr. Abelle. The man overpowered and almost killed Mr. Satan if it wasn’t for Mr. Abelle's lousy aim Mr. Satan and Dudley Bradshaw would be just another dead guy in this city. It wasn’t over. Mr. Satan needed to be more careful from now on. He grunted as Lucy finished cleaning the wound and he realised that maybe he could use her help more.
"Lucy…" Mr. Satan said weakly.
"Yeah boss?" Lucy said sounding concerned.
"Get that outfit you have been working on ready…" Mr. Satan said as he got up off the table.
"..Really boss?" Lucy said
"Yeah I’m going to need some help for the time being till I get fixed up and who better than you?" Mr. Satan said as he looked at Lucy.
Lucy suddenly kissed Mr. Satan out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around him
"Thanks boss…" She said then suddenly slapped him.
"Never scare me like that again!"She said as she walked towards the door.

(Sorry for the late update but due to college exams and essays I am held up creatively. I hope to update the stories on a more regular basis as I did before when my semester is over)

Dudley woke up the next morning to the sound of 80's pop music being played over his radio. His body was still in pieces over the combination of a bullet wound and the beating his brother Richard gave him last night. Slowly Dudley got out of bed and put on his clothe's. He knew what would be waiting for him the second he left the room. He was going to walk downstairs and be greeted with angry parents who wanted to know what had gotten into him and how they could help. The first time in month's they would actually give him the time of day would be now,after he had made a mess of Richard's face and stood up for himself. The thought of being questioned about his behavior and why he did what he did made his blood boil. Why did Dudley hit the man that was insulting him? Oh because he felt like it. Dudley was the Black sheep not because of his actions but because he didnt make the family look as good as his siblings did, and this was something he knew all his life. Letting out a sigh Dudley closed his eyes and walked out of his room towards what he could assume was going to be a long ass day.

Lucy sat down across the table from Sharky as they enjoyed their coffee and discussed old time's. The coffee was bitter and the atmosphere was full of idiots talking like they had experienced the world's glory at least three time's. Lucky for Lucy she was with one of the craziest women she had ever met in her life. Sharky had been arrested more times than most other people had in a lifetime and had gotten away with it because her brother was some kind of Judge and father was a cop.
"So Loose Lucy is a now Nurse Mayberry. Who would have guessed you, of all people would be a nurse?" Sharky said with a smile taking a drag of her lit cigarette.
"Says the kindergarten teacher." Lucy said with a smile across her face.
"Touche. Ever miss the old days?" Sharky said finishing off her cigarette.
"What do you mean?" Lucy said looking confused
"The Wild bunch" Sharky said as she looked across the cafe.
"Sometimes. What are you looking at?" Lucy asked looking at Sharky.
"Is that Dudley Bradshaw over there?"Sharky asked as Lucy turned around in the direction Sharky was staring.
She was right. Across the small cafe was the infamous Dudley Bradshaw drinking a coffee. The question why he was in this side of town alone was what interested Lucy at this moment, but Sharky was wondering if she was capable of getting inside his pants. Lucy never saw the appeal in Dudley Bradshaw to women. He was trouble and obviously had some issues that needed to be resolved. Was there some kind of switch in the minds of women that make them go after bad guys? Then again she had no right to judge. She was in love with a vigilante who called himself Mr. Satan. When did her life become a comic book?
"Lets go over and talk to him" Sharky said finishing her coffee.
"What makes you think he wants to talk to us?" Lucy said starting to get sick of this topic.
"For one he has been looking over here since he sat down." Sharky said to Lucy with a smirk on her face.
Hearing this Lucy looked behind her and saw that Dudley Bradshaw was indeed looking at them.

Dudley began to get nervous as the woman he had woken up next to not twenty four hours prior to this moment was now walking towards him with a woman who looked like she would be more at home around leather and chains. His stomach grew tight as his mind tormented him with the reasons she could be coming over for. This happened because he wanted to cut out of his usual routine and for some reason come to this side of this damn town. Sweat was pumping out of him from his armpits as they got closer and closer to his table. It was too late to run away now. If he got up and left now they would know he was up to something, after all he just spent the last ten minutes staring at them. His breathing quickened and suddenly his path of thought was broken by one of them speaking.
"Hey your Dudley Bradshaw right?" The strange one said as the familiar one stood behind her looking annoyed.
"Yes I am..And you two are?" Dudley asked faking a smile as he looked at the two women.
"Oh I'm Sally,friends call me Sharky…" She said with a wink and pause as if giving Dudley the opportunity to absorb her name and face before finishing her sentence.
"AndthisisLucy" Sharky said rather quickly.
"Would you two like to join me?" Dudley said not expecting them to actually stay in his company.
"Oh we would love to! Wouldn't we Lucy?" Sharky said giving Lucy no chance to object.
The both sat down and so began what Dudley believed was to be the most awkward coffee he had ever had in his life.

Mr. Satan suddenly gained control of Dudley. Why, he didn't know. What he did know was he was wearing something incredibly uncomfortable and was having what he assumed was lunch with Lucy and a stranger. This wasnt good. Mr. Satan would have to act as if he was Dudley.
"So The Devil man?..What do you guys think of think of him?" The stranger said.
"Sharky I don't know if that the kind of topic Mr. Bradshaw wants to discuss." Lucy said revealing the strangers name to be Sharky.
"I don't know about that Lucy" Mr. Satan said hoping her name was already mentioned.
"What?"Lucy said in a scoff.
"You have an opinion about the vigilante?" Lucy said in a tone that challenged Mr.Satan's statement.
"Yes I do.And I would appreciate you keeping your opinion of me to yourself Lucy." Mr.Satan said smiling taking great pleasure in being a stronger more confident Dudley
This statement brought silence to the table. While Sharky felt herself become more attracted to Dudley, Lucy was feeling like she was just insulted by someone she had very little respect for.
"Okay Mr. Tough Guy what do you think of the Devil man? Let me guess. He's a criminal or no better than that of the men he takes down?" Lucy said with a wicked smile across her face.
"Actually I think the polar opposite." Mr. Satan said looking at Lucy.
"Really? I'm actually surprised at that Mr. Bradshaw." Sharky said as she smiled at the confident rich man.
"So what do you think of him ?" Lucy asked still not convinced of Mr. Satan's words.
"I think he has the right Idea. God knows this city has gone to hell and I think it was rather clever of someone seeing this and coming up with a Devil persona. Of course he has to be some kind of Madman with a hell of a death wish to do it." Mr.Satan said as he began to fake laughing.
With that said Lucy got up from her chair and stormed off out of the cafe. Sharky looking concerned followed her and left Mr. Satan alone in the cafe to his own thoughts and questions.