She steadied herself against the nightstand and sharply inhaled, glancing over at the figure before her, "Absolutely no way in Hell is this even happening."

"HAH! I wish this were Hell," He brushed a hand between his horns and slicked back the few dark locks of hair that fell against his forehead, "unfortunately, for both you and me, this is worse."

"You're telling me. Here I am, minding my own damn business, going to the bathroom right before bed and here pops out a buff guy with weird tattoos and horns. Oh, and of course with my luck, he just happens to be none other than Satan." She simultaniously pinced her cheeks while poking him in the arm to assure the validity of the moment.

"Hey, Girl, keep your hands off!" His horns glowed a radiant shade of red, "Didn't anyone teach you any manners? You make it sound like I wanted this!"

"Well, I admit, I'm on my period and did curse your name a few times with the cramps I've been having this past week. But, I didn't think you were legitimately real! By the way, my name isn't Girl; for your information, it's Natalie." She folded her arms, leaning against her night stand once more.

"Whatever, Girl. You've got to be fucking kidding me... There is no way this happened." His hands balled and it took him every ounce of energy to not destroy the room he was in.

Natalie pursed and bit her bottom lip, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Satan paused before he gave a long sigh, pointing towards the box in the connecting bathroom, "Your pads, when did you get them?"

"I just got them earlier today. My dad got them for me cause I was having some pretty bad cramps and couldn't stand long enough to go out. I've got to say, I don't know why they'd put a symbol on the pad when it's just going to get bled on though." She went over and shoved the box under her sink.

"That little symbol is what summoned me. Generally, most people perform a ritual to be greeted with my presence, but since the pattern just so happened to be placed on there, you're stuck with me now!" His voice rumbled with aggrivation as his back hit the wall with a thud.

Natalie came back out and threw the plastic bag at Satan's face, "So, how long am I stuck with you for?"

Satan turned his head away while muttering, "Till you release me..."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" She threw on a night shirt and pulled her hair out of her messy bun.

"I said-" His horns once again glowed red and he covered his eyes, groaning, "Till you release me."

Natalie spun around sharply to face him. Was she hearing things? There was no way that he could have just said that. Satan, the king of the underworld, was stuck here till she freed him? She had to be going crazy having pulled all nighters the past few nights from intense mid-term study sessions. She took in a full view of him as he dropped his hand and stared back at her with intense yellow-gold eyes and lips parted to reveal the fangs that were obviously meant to intimidate her.

"So what, does this mean you have to do what I say? Y'know, judging by how you said 'till I released you.'" A smirk crawled across her face.

Satan's face contorted unreadibly as he took a hasty step forward. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to; he was basically under her control until she decided to let him go thanks to that damn feminie product that had to be sent from Heaven. As much as he loved torture, it would be ludacris to think that he'd willingly stop himself from being able to trick and work his way behind the sins of everyone on Earth.

Natalie's green eyes flickered as his gaze met hers. Strawberry blonde bangs framed her thin face which was currently alight with gleeful disbelief. A small chuckle left her lips as they drew back upwards.

"I swear, so help me if you laugh."

"Whatcha gonna do about it? I order you not to hurt me." Her shoulders trembled as her hand shot up to her face, stifling back a few laughs.

"FUCK! You Bi-" Satan's nostrils and mouth flared as he was about to shoot hellfire with one look.

"Don't call me a bitch or anything of that sort either."

"For fuck's sake, Girl, I don't think you understand what this even fucking implies!"

Natalie walked around him and placed herself front and center, reaching out a finger and poked his nose, smiling, "Oh, but I think I do."

Satan took a firm grasp of her wrist, but light enough that it wouldn't hurt, as per her command, "You will regret ever having your dad buy those wretched things..."

"I guess we'll see won't we? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep." She stuck out her tongue and hopped into bed pulling the covers over her.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Girl."

"Whatever, turn the lights off for me. G'night!" Natalie raised her hand and pointed towards the switch.

If there were ever a way to aggressively turn off a lightswitch, Satan had nailed it. His horns still glowed the deepest shade of red as the moon poured through the window and Natalie started drifting off to sleep. He sat against the wall furthest from the bed and tilted his head back, "You better be prepared for what's coming."