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

So recently I got transferred to another Rehabilitation center in my field. The client base was slightly different and I was advised to be more careful. One of the new clients I had was a man, probably in his mid fifties. He stood out immediately as the most well kept resident and one of the first things I had to do was to confiscate and document his belongings before he was ushered into his room. <br><br>He was very polite and courteous, but I noticed he had an air of superiority about him for some reason. When I had finished logging his belongings he handed me a small briefcase. "Could you unlock the briefcase sir?" I asked. He smiled and nodded before opening it. However, after he opened it I noticed there was nothing inside. "Sir, is this briefcase empty?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed. "Yes, I assure you that it is. Why don't you take a look for yourself?" He said as he handed it over to me. Knowing I couldn't accuse this man of anything without proof, I decided to play along and humored him. Sure enough, when I opened the briefcase it was empty. I nodded and finished logging all of his items and passed them along to my superior. <br><br>The next few days passed without any more encounters with him, until one day while I was reading a book in the break room, he walked in and sat down across from me. He flashed a large toothy grin at me. I decided to humor him and smiled as well. "You know, I noticed you from the moment you walked in on day one. You're not like the other guards are you?" He asked. I was beginning to feel uneasy at this point, but I could tell he wasn't being malicious. I shook my head. "I can tell you're not. You see, I'm a very important man. And I think you will be too one day. How long have you been working here?" I thought back and realized this was my 3rd year. "Three years?" He asked. I nodded and he chuckled. "Well, I've been here a little longer than that. Since 1923 I think, give or take a year or two." I laughed awkwardly but realized this man was actually serious. "I don't think that's possible sir." He let out a chuckle and stood up. "Ah, I forgot. You Americans and your sense of humor. Well, I must be off. Until next time my friend. Until next time." He left the room and I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't until later that I realized I never learned his name. So, I pulled up his file. I was shocked to see that there was no first name. Only his last name, which was "Devil." I was thinking to myself. "This can't be serious. Who the hell names their child Devil?" So I decided to do some digging, and after a few hours and a bunch of paperwork later, I had found his original intake paperwork from 1923. Sure enough, on the paperwork was written "Devil, N/A, N/A, Male, white, 999 years of age." I was now intrigued. Who was this man? And why did he seem so important? I had to know more. The next day I made it a point to seek him out. <br><br>I finally found him sitting in a quiet corner of the hospital. This time, he was much different. His eyes, though, were still piercing. They seemed to bore into my soul. I could feel his intensity. I tried to introduce myself, but he cut me off. "Ah, yes. I know your name, my boy. I know everyone's name. Including yours." I was shocked at how menacing he sounded. I felt a sense of dread run down my body. Still, I was able to shake it off and I sat down next to him. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to be there. He turned to me and flashed that same smile he had flashed before. This time, however, it sent chills down my spine. "Now, listen. I know you think I'm crazy. But I assure you that I am not. You see, I have lived for a very very long time. I've seen civilizations rise and fall. I've lived through wars and famines. Think back. Think back to all of the horrible things that have happened in the past. And then ask yourself this, do you really think that man is responsible for all of those things?" He paused for dramatic effect. "No, I think not. You see, I am not who you think I am. I am not the devil, but I am close. I am the Son of Satan. And I have been around for what feels like a lifetime. But you, my young friend. You are different. I think you have it in you to be great. And I can teach you." Suddenly, a nurse blew her whistle and I knew it was time to wrap up visitation hours. I got up to leave but he called out to me. "But first, you must prove yourself to me." I turned around and he tossed me a small piece of paper. I caught it and opened it. On the inside was a single word: "Tonight." I nodded and left. <br><br>When I got home, I humored him and waited up for him. Around 4 in the morning, there was a knock at my door. Surprisingly enough, it was him. I couldn't figure out how he had escaped. So I asked him. "How did you get out of there? Do you need help getting back?" He let out that chuckle again. "Oh my, you really are funny. But, no. I don't need your help. I am the Son of Satan, after all." I was beginning to loose my patience so I asked him what he wanted. He smiled and snapped his fingers. I heard the sound of screeching tires and shattering glass. I immediately jumped up and ran out to see what had happened. Sure enough there had been a car accident. I ripped open the door and pulled a girl from the wreck. She was still alive and I could tell she had broken her leg. As I looked up, I noticed that my house was now empty, and the man was nowhere to be seen. But as I thought back to the events that had transpired over the past few days, I realized something. He was right, I am different. And now I have a feeling that my life will never be the same.