I met someone who claimed to be the devil...and I think I believe him

I’m 27 years old and I just graduated school. I know, I know, it took a while. I changed direction a couple times and also had some setbacks after a bad car accident. Because of my car accident, I had a lot of medical bills. I also had to pay thousands to fix my car and I had to miss a lot of school, which cost me 2 semesters. I was really deep in debt, so I had to get student loans to get me through my final year of college. To make matters worse, I got in a dumb relationship with a girl named Lea. She was beautiful, sexy, and funny, but I also realized she was very shallow and after a year and a half, I left her. The reason I left her is because she asked me to drop out of college so we could move to Los Angeles. We didn’t have money, cars, or jobs, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to travel out to LA and take her chances out there. I told her she was crazy, and that was the end of us. It was all pretty terrible timing because our break up happened around the time of my final exam. I was so in pain and so depressed. I got a B on my final exam when I could have easily gotten an A. I just didn’t care. I finished and that’s all that mattered. I’m grateful for the fact that my parents didn’t charge me rent. I lived with them the whole time, but they did all they could to keep me focused. I had 2 jobs to pay for school. One was as a software engineer, and the other was as a teacher. I moved to a new town to get a fresh start. I got a new job as a software engineer, and a part-time job as a teacher. I still live with mom and dad. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than being in debt. I still have debt, but I’m working on it. I didn’t care that I had no social life. Being alone in my one bedroom apartment was paradise. I got a new TV and a new gaming console, and sometimes I even did 12 hour gaming binges. I never played games like this before, and it was such a rush after a long and stressful 8 hour workday. But I still worked out. I was still in shape, still hot and still young, and I knew someday I would be out there dating again. My mom and dad tell me to get out there and date, but I don’t listen to them. I just tell them to be happy I’m working out and staying in shape. But I get bored sometimes, and after a long day and long workout at the gym, I didn’t always want to game. Sometimes I just wanted to talk to someone. A friend, a classmate, a girlfriend, anybody who I could just talk to. And one night, someone talked to me. I was playing video games and enjoying myself. I had earphones on, which meant nobody could hear me, and I was just having the time of my life. I was in the middle of shooting virtual Russians when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was a man. Dressed in a suit. He was sitting in my couch, and just watching me with a smile on his face. “Who are you?” I said. “Oh my goodness, you’re jumpy,” he said. I took my earphones off and glared at him. “Who are you?” I said, more angrily. “I’m the…uh…landlord,” he said. I glared at him, and he smiled. “Listen, I’m not actually the landlord,” he said. “I just want to talk to you.” “Who are you?” “Celicious,” he said. “Thanks for telling me,” I said. “How was your day?” he said. “I’m scared because you broke into my apartment. But it was otherwise okay.” “I didn’t break in,” he said. “I walked in.” “How did you get in?” I said. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Are you the devil or something?” He smiled and laughed. “Yes,” he said. “You’re not Satan,” I said. “Let’s just say I’m an old friend,” he said. “I’m not religious,” I said. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’m not here to take you to hell. I’m not here to punish you. I’m just here to talk.” I laughed. “You’re weird,” I said. “Not at all,” he said. “I’m just as normal as anybody else.” I laughed. “You’re not normal at all,” I said. “But I can’t deny that you’re entertaining. I’ll give you that.” He smiled. “So what do you want?” “Oh, I don’t want anything,” he said. “I just want to talk.” “But why me?” “Because you’re not religious,” he said. “I find your lack of faith fascinating. I just want to know why.” I chuckled. “Well, Satan, I’m just not sure. I believe there’s something up above us, or maybe down below us. I believe there are miracles and there are higher powers, but I don’t believe in God or Jesus or anything like that.” “That’s good,” he said. “I respect your beliefs.” “You don’t care? You don’t want to send me to hell?” He laughed. “Not at all,” he said. “I love what humanity is doing. I love the way you think. I love your lack of faith. I love your ability to doubt.” I chuckled. “I thought you were suppose to want people to go to church.” “Oh, I don’t care,” he said. “Okay, then why are you here?” “I told you,” he said. “I just want to talk.” I sighed and moved closer to him. “Well, then let’s talk,” I said. “Good,” he said. “How did it feel when your girlfriend left you?” I groaned. “How do you know me?” I said. “I know everything,” he said. “Fine. It fucking hurt,” I said. “It hurt a lot.” “Did you love her?” “Yes.” “Was she worth it?” “Yes.” “Good,” he said. “It’s always good to love.” I nodded. “Yeah. I got hurt, but I learned a valuable lesson. I learned to listen to myself, and I learned not to doubt my instincts. I also learned not to care what people think.” “Very good,” he said. “That’s very mature. You’re very lucky.” “Lucky? I got dumped by a shallow bitch and I’m in a lot of debt.” He chuckled. “Yes, but there’s more to it than that,” he said. “You learned something about yourself. You learned valuable lessons about life. And you’re very lucky you’re alive.” “Thank you,” I said. “No problem,” he said. “But just out of curiosity, do you think Lea found what she was looking for?” I laughed. “No,” I said. “She didn’t get what she wanted. I don’t know where she is now, but she didn’t get what she wanted.” “Oh, that’s too bad,” he said. I shook my head. “She was a shallow bitch,” I said. “I don’t care if she got what she wanted or not.” “Oh, that’s good,” he said. “It’s always good to move on.” I stood up. “Well, I’m moving on,” I said. “Have a good night.” “Good night,” he said. I walked away, but I never saw him walk away. When I turned back, he was gone. I never saw him again and I never learned more about him. But I did learn more about myself, and I couldn’t thank him enough for that. “That’s a pretty weird story,” you might be thinking. Even if you believe me, you might think I made it all up. But I’m just putting it out there. Somebody talked to me one night, and they claimed to be the devil. Whether or not you believe me, I don’t care. All I care about is myself, and making good decisions. And thanks to Celicious, I’m doing just that. I take care of myself, I stay healthy, and I don’t let my life get ruined by debt. I still game a lot, but I also still work out. And I still stay in shape. I’m proud of myself and I’m proud of my life. I did it all on my own. I didn’t have any help. And I couldn’t be happier with what I have. I’m not perfect, but I’m doing just fine. And thanks to Celicious, I know just what I want. I’m not sure if he’s real or not. But one thing is for sure. I know him. I know what he’s about. And I admire him. Anyone can talk shit about the devil. Anyone can call him evil, or call him wrong. But I just call him my friend. I just call him Celicious. And I’m grateful for the day we met. **Edit 1: Grammar and syntax edits** **Edit 2: fixed 2 typos**

I met someone who claimed to be the devil...and I think I believe him

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