Then I left an empty space and slipped to the next letter as I formed four words in fire out of nothingness.

I

AM

THE

DEVIL.

It's easy when you know how. Then, for suitable effect, I stepped through the fiery words without a single burn to show for it and offered her a Little bow.

The scream that followed filled my house and almost made me recoil. The woman was terrified and she quickly fell backwards on her ass and pushed herself up quickly to flatten her back on the wall beneath the windowsill. The calm, cool exterior of the cop had vanished and I saw true terror in her wide green eyes as sweat began to form upon her brow.

I let the fire behind me fizzle out and placed my hands on my hips before Looking down upon her with a long-suffering sigh.

“Calm down, ok? I'm not the devil. I'm pretty sure there's no such thing."

“B-but... but... I... but..." She was obviously trying to speak but her sudden rush of fear and confusion were doing their best to keep her silent.

“You were annoying me," I explained.

“I don't... How is that... How did you do that!?" She was shaking now as she remained slumped down on the carpet beneath my window.

"Magic." I shrugged.

"There's no such thing as magic," she growled with defiance.

“Oh, I think you'll find you're very wrong about that." I lifted up my hand and conjured up a few drops of water out of the air before using the air itself to weave the drops between my open fingers.

She watched, enthralled. Desperate to see how the trick was done, she was obviously having no luck in finding any smoke and mirrors hidden about my Living room. Then she blinked and looked into my eyes.

"Souls are real." She'd finally come to the point.

I let the water drop to the floor where it dripped across the carpet. I simply nodded to her with a little, admittedly mischievous smile.

“I want it back." She took a breath and raised herself to her feet.

“Well you can't have it." I cheerfully rebuked her like a five year old hogging his favourite toy.