Starting off next collection for the Alphabet Soup, in which I'll gather the set of stories beginning with A/An. I'm gathering these here because, well, these stories will belong together. I'm sure you can figure out how after you've read this Prologue!

Warnings: Weird human. Nothing else.

"How do you want to die?"

Emil stared in disbelief at the woman infront of him. She was a head shorter than he was, with black fuzzy hair and clothes that looked... well... like they didn't originate in Sweden. Or even Year 85. He couldn't find a way to describe them as they seemed to change whenever his eyes focused on them. His jaw dropped and he shook his head, tried to gather himself.

"What kind of way is that to greet someone?"

She shrugged.

"You'll find out sooner or later. Do you have an answer?"

Emil rolled his eyes, the woman was starting to get on his nerves.

"Why should I talk to you? You didn't even introduce yourself."

"As far as first impressions go it was pretty awesome though, wasn't it?" She held out her hand. "Name's Sofia Magdalena Linnea Wilhelmina. No last name though, I don't need that."

Emil took her hand, shook it. Energy rushed through his body, it felt like electricity coursing through his veins, and his body tensed up. For a short second he wondered if he had just made a deal with the Devil, that horrible being the old people sometimes talked about, that being that couldn't possible exist. Then it passed and she blinked curiously, her eyes quickly shifting in colour until finally setting for brown.

"Emil Fredrik Västerström", Emil muttered.

"Oh, I already know your name", she said and let go of his hand. "I know quite a lot about you, actually."

She smiled and Emil shivered, his mind repeating the phrase "There is no devil" over and over again.

But what if there is? Emil didn't want to think about it. What if there is and he just choose you for some sick joke? Emil didn't think about it. What if you just sold your soul to the Devil? Emil was definately not thinking about it.

She gave me her name, he reasoned. There wasn't any reason to think about it. If she was the Devil I'd be able to seize control over her. He was not considering the fact that she might be the devil, but her smile, there was something about her smile.

"So", she asked, "how do you want to die?"