My first reaction to the devil was jealousy, pure unabashed jealousy. I wanted with all my heart to be as suave him. People would worship me if I were a fraction of what he was. He appeared when I was staring at the vast dark void below my feet. I knew somewhere far below was cold concrete and an escape. They weren’t going to catch me, not alive anyways. I could hear the sirens now. It was a pleasing thought; to know that after how much hell they had put me through trying to catch me, in the end all they would have to show for their efforts...
