AN: Thank you to those of you that read and faved/followed after the first chapter. I do just want to say that my characters will be canon with the comic, however the storyline may or may not deviate from the plotline as there's so much that has yet to be released. Also, I wrote and posted up to chapter 6 on Tumblr. However, I may go back through and edit some of the chapters, so if you see any variations from the chapters you read on Tumblr to what's posted here, that's probably why. Anyways, Enjoy and thanks for reading!

The first few days that Satan lived in the house was an odd balance of trying to keep him concealed. Natalie had to make sure her dad wouldn't find out about him living in her room which, was actually pretty easy considering that, as much as she loved her dad, he was a little bit of an airhead when it came right down to it. Plus, it helped a ton that her dad was pretty preoccupied with his job that he ran out of the basement study and was on a business trip. Often times, when she was younger, she would go down and find her dad passed out at his computer desk in the middle of an assignment, rather than asleep in his own bed. So eventually, he converted the basement area into his workspace and bedroom which left the upstairs all to Natalie.

A lot of this also was aided by the fact that Satan could shape shift as needed; though, most times, it seems like the 'as needed' was a forcible coercion by Natalie. Still, she appreciated it greatly that he was able to so that way while she was at school Satan, or rather known as Stan in his human form, could wait for her in the park next to her high school. She had to admit that it was a bit weird seeing him as a 14 year old kid as it really didn't seem to be fitting of the supreme ruler of the underworld.

Although, there was one form that she wasn't quite as fond of, which was his 'drug dealer Stan' persona. It's not so much that she was against how he looked, but his piercings and his clothing choice didn't really help matters much as she was sure some people were starting to think she was hanging around a bad crowd. Either way, at least it was less awkward than having to be seen with a guy with horns, a toga, and questionable tattoos.

Most importantly, Natalie was intent on making sure Satan wouldn't go out and cause a ruckus out in the world. Natalie wasn't super religious as it wasn't like her dad really made her or her brother go to church super often, however morally, she wasn't comfortable knowing that Satan was the cause of so many issues for some people. Not that she wasn't immune to bouts of "sins" herself, but she'd like to make sure that he wasn't the one behind people to kill others or do anything that would be completely hellish.

"Took you long enough to get out of school, Girl." Stan jumped down from the top of the fence that lined the park across the street.

"Oh shut up will you? If you really wanted me to get out of school faster, you'd have used your powers to make school a less hellish of a place. Pre-calc... Are you kidding me? Who honestly needs this crap in the real world anyways?" Natalie glared at the paper in her hands.

Stan glanced over her shoulder and let a bit of a laugh out while adjusting his baseball cap, "A sixty-eight percent? Ahahahahaha! This is good. I bet you're doing horribly in the rest of your classes, aren't you?"

Natalie flicked his ear and started walking off without him. Sure pre-calc wasn't one of her strong suits but then again, she had never really excelled at math. Any other subject was cool with her, but she just never could get the hang of mathematical equations or anything that involved showing your work. For years, she was sure that anyone who enjoyed anything to do with math was a minion of Satan.

"The hell was that for? That hurt, damn it! Just because you've come into the positon of being a person that gives me orders, doesn't give you the power to toy with me. Did you forget who you're dealing with so soon? As ruler of the underworld, I'll be sure to make your afterlife a living nightmare." Stan was on the verge of letting go of his irritating human form.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry... not really though. I really thought you'd be more grateful at a human being obstinate and disruptive?" She turned around and slowly used her middle finger to pull down her bottom eyelid and stick her tongue out at him.

"You fucking sly cat. I don't know whether to applaud you or give you the worst case of acne you've ever experienced." Satan crossed his arms as he spaced himself behind Natalie.

"Not like I'd care if you did. I don't have a boyfriend or anything, and I'm not looking to impress anyone." She pulled a few wisps of hair from her face.

"What, really? Not a single person you're interested in?" Stan was a bit intrigued, most girls her age were gaga eyed over someone with deviating sexual thoughts. He was no stranger as most times he was the one that fueled most kids to lose their virginity before marriage.

Natalie shrugged, hoisting her backpack further up on her shoulders, "I mean don't get me wrong, I've been interested in guys, but this year has been a nightmare with classes and getting ready to decide what I want to do after graduation that I just haven't had time. Though, I'm pretty sure my friend Mike is into me, but I have a feeling he's just too afraid to come out and say it. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's attractive, but I always thought of him as a brother."

"Look, as sweet as that is, I'd rather be drug behind a car going full speed on a gravel road while simultaneously having salt poured into my wounds." The sarcasm was pretty much dripping at his feet as Stan trudged forward.

Natalie looked back at him as she climbed the stairs to her patio, "Well that sounds lovely, I have a few heartwarming stories for you if you'd like to hear those."

"Here I thought my version of hell was bad enough and there you go looking to out do me in the torture department. Would you like a gold star?" It took all of Satan's willpower not to start dry heaving.

"That sounds wonderful, how about some chocolate chip cookies while we're at it?" She undid the lock and swung the door open.

"Hell will freeze before I'm ever caught making cookies for you. Plus, I'll be damned if I'm giving you any of my sweets." Stan took a package of Twinkies out of his hoodie and smashed down on it as he made his way up the stairs.

"Hey! That better not be my last pack of Twinkies!" Natalie waded up her pre-calc test and hit him square in the head with it.

Stan continued to her room, unphased by her throw, "Even if they were, I don't want yours. I swiped them off a kid at the park."

"Satan!" She looked at him as he had phased back into his demonic form, "Why in the hell did you do that? I'd actually rather you take my last one if that's the case."

"Look, I'll let you in on something, Girl. You can't be there 24/7 and while you may have me bound here so as to not cause any trouble, you're out of your damn head if you think you can stop me from doing small evil things outside of the whole 'not killing or harming people.' You really overestimate my ability of being 'good.'" Satan slicked his hair back.

Natalie glared at him disapprovingly, "You know, I'm almost wondering if there's a reason you were sent here to be with me, let alone someone of the human race."

"Oh, you think?! What would ever give you that impression?" Satan rolled his eyes, ploping himself down on Natalie's bed.

"Shut it wise guy. I mean, what if you were sent here to learn how to repent for what you did and earn your way back up into heaven?" She fixed her hair in her mirror while glancing back at him.

His face disfigured into an expression of disturbing shock, "I don't think you can tell, but I don't really like wings and the whole flying thing. I'm pretty content with reigning over hell, and my Dad knows that well enough. I mean, I get to punish people for their misdeeds which is so satisfying for me being the gracious ruler that I am. Besides, don't get me wrong, as much as that fluff ball of clouds and pearly gates were appealing for some time, I have no reason to go back up there."

However, it wasn't so much that he had no reason to go back up there, so much as he wanted to avoid his brother Michael as much as possible. When it came right to it, Satan didn't despise God; he had already come to peace with being thrown out and thus okay with God as a whole. However, Michael, as much of a goody-goody he seemed to be, he knew there was a rage welling inside that angel that could rival his own. Regardless of how much destruction Satan loved to cause, this was one that could also potentially have serious repercussions for his realm of chaos.

Natalie studied Satan while he talked. She could tell there was probably more of the story than what he was letting on. Though, at this point she knew it probably wasn't wise to ask. "Oh! Before I forget, my dad's still out on his business trip, so we'll have to fend for ourselves. Were you hungry for anything in particular?"

"If you have some burning brimstone, that'd be great." Satan casually picked up the teddy bear on Natalie's pillow.

"Very funny... Chicken noodle soup it is!"

"Because chicken noodle sounds anything remotely close to burning brimstone?"

"Well, it's either that or you can go hungry."

"Fine, but this is the last night we're having it... All this food you humans have and this is all you can make? Didn't your mom teach you how to cook or anything?" He tossed the plush aside.

Natalie's expression was unreadable for a split moment, "She did. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some soup to make."

"It was just a question... Whatever, just wake me up from my nap when you're done." Satan exhaled as he nestled a bit into the covers.

She glared at him, "For someone who's got so much responsibility, it's completely bewildering that things in hell haven't ever gone down hill with the way you've acted since you've been stuck with me."

"I just like to think of it like I'm on vacation right now." He yawned.

"Whatever, dude. I'll be back up; don't you dare mess anything up in my room." She glared at him and closed the door as Satan waved her off. What a nuisance she had on her hands. She just hoped this would be over before too much of a mess was left over to clean up.