I own nothing but the plot
Chapter 1
The sounds of foot steps are defining. Why is it so dark? What, you say I'm dead. But I can't be dead I still have so much to do. I have a country to defend!
"I'm sorry, but your time is up." Her voice sweet but cruel.
"Why? What happened! I don't remember a thing." He questioned.
"That is something you have the rest of your stay here to figure out." The odd woman says with a sharp toothed grin.
"And how long is that?" He asks.
"Hmmmmm." She hums thinking as a black shadow comes up and whispers in her ear. She turns towards him, "Well today's your lucky day kid. I'm going to make you a deal, I'll send you back to your body if and only if you get the purple eyed angle to fall for you."
"And if I can?" The man questions with a small twinkle in his eye.
"Well if that is the case then your soul is mine for the rest of eternity." She answers. "So what do you say boy, want to make a deal with a demon?" She extends her hand.
"Deal." He accepts the proposal.
Everything goes black.
My name is Gilbert Beilshmidt and that is how I died, met the devil, and a new chapter in my life began.
First objective: Find my pants.
Second objective: Win the heart of the 'Purple Eyed Angle'.