I'd been caught and already considering a few ways to work the situation to my advantage.

“No, you're right. That hundred pounds you gave me was a lot of money though, and I want to make sure..." She leaned forward in the chair, her fingertips settled against each other as she looked to sympathise.

“I didn't steal it." I firmly halted the line of her question in its tracks.

She didn't say anything for a moment, her face became unreadable until she gave me a little nod and broke eye contact to take some of the unpleasant heat out of the moment.

“I see. Well in that case I'd Like to ask you a few questions about the nature of what you believe in. A Lot of smart people your age can feel left out and search for answers in the wrong places. Not so long ago I stopped a man from killing his girlfriend with a piece of broken glass because he said that Satan wanted him to." She locked eyes on mine again with those Last four words. Her gaze was steely and searching.

I promptly burst out laughing.

“Now, Wilfred it's ok to admit that..." She started to speak again and

I felt her awareness of her mistake in the sound of her voice. Once again, she really didn't seem very sure of herself.

It was actually becoming quite fun for me.

“Look, Olivia, I don't worship the devil. Never met the guy. Wouldn't want to if I could." I managed to speak through the occasional chortle as I could hardly get over the idea. She thought I was sitting in my room wearing lots of black make-up whilst Listening to "Stairway to

Heaven" backwards and praising Lucifer. Clearly she wasn't quite the threat I had imagined her to be.

“Then why in the hell did you do that Last night? Was it a prank? Wait, how the hell do you know my real name?" Her voice took on a ferocious

Lilt that I oddly found rather enjoyable.

“It wasn't a prank, and I know lots about you, Olivia." I teased her with silence as I considered my options.

“Right, then we'll have to continue this conversation with your parents. I'll stop by later on." She'd clearly had enough with me.

I watched her stand up and turn to walk with those long legged strides toward the door to the living room. I couldn't resist. The look on her face when the door suddenly slammed shut in front of her was just priceless. She spared an angry glance back at me before reaching out to grab the door handle. She found it firmly jammed in place due to a little earth magic I'd conjured up a moment before.

Watching her grow steadily more alarmed was perversely fun, especially when she turned back to me and saw I was stood in the middle of the living room, watching her.

“What the hell are you playing at?" Her eyes narrowed and I saw her hands ball into fists. Cute.

“I'm showing you the reason I asked for your soul Last night." I replied with a cheerful smile and what I suppose must have been a slightly malicious glint in my eye.

Before she could respond I lifted up my hand and extended two fingers into the air before me. She watched for any signs that I might attack and then her eyes widened and her jaw fell open when she saw my fingertips burst into red spurts of flame. The flame stayed in the air as I settled it into a little vertical line that burned in mid air.