The Devil, perched on the dresser, flicked his tongue at Sam like a snake. His tongue was long, wet and forked down the middle, coming to sharp points at the ends.
"Is that supposed to be attractive?" Sam grimaced. "You look venomous."
"Why Sammy boy, bunk mate, you know I love you." Satan spoke in dulcet tones. "You are my favorite. You're fooling yourself if you think I'd ever let you out of the cage. You know we're still there, bonded for eternity."
Sam, slowly dying, rolled over in the hospital bed, turning his back on the Father of Lies.
