[ WP ] After a near death experience you realize that the devil is your guardian angel

I awoke in the hospital with a sudden jolt, like I had a nightmare and it overpowered me. A bandage was wrapped around my left shoulder, and my head was on fire, but the pain vanished when I noticed the man standing in the corner of my room. 
 
 He wore a black suit that matched his gelled, black hair. He was handsome, but he was a stranger. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I asked, glancing towards the door. 
 
 `` And good morning to you, too, Marin.'' He bowed his head as though I were royalty and took a step forward. `` My name is Lucifer.'' 
 
 I laughed aloud and nodded sarcastically. `` Right. Lem me guess, you own a night club in L.A., you're not so secretly in love with a cold detective, and you hate children?'' 
 
 He genuinely looked concerned, most likely for my mental health, and he shook off the comment. Something shiny glistened in his suit's pocket, causing me to cringe away from him instinctively. I had already been hurt once. 
 
 But he held up his hands. `` Relax, Marin, I'm not the one who hurt you, nor am I *here* to hurt you. I want to chat.'' 
 
 `` Chat?'' 
 
 He smiled and flashed a set of perfectly straight, bleached-white teeth that you normally only see in magazines after some heavy photo-shopping. Though, the way that he carried himself was n't in a prissy, business kind of way. Sure, he sounded arrogant, but he also sounded... divine? 
 
 `` I am here to tell you that you were dead. The... man that kidnapped you shot you point-blank in the heart.'' He explained, twiddling something in between his fingers. 
 
 My hand came to rest over my chest, but I felt nothing, and I began to question his sanity and whether or not I should prepare myself to run. Triggered by my movement, he started pacing around the room. 
 
 `` I saved you, though, and smote that Hell-bound man until there was nothing left.'' He laughed at his own statement and glanced over at me, like he was expecting me to laugh along with him. 
 
 My mind was a million different places, but not here. This man was obviously insane, taking the name of the Devil, claiming he healed me, and then confessing to murder. I weighed my odds of escaping a man that was probably twice my size. They were n't very good. 
 
 The man stopped in front of the door, and slowly, he flipped the lock before turning to face me. Fear engulfing my actions, I tried to swing off the bed, but he raised his hand and an invisible force held me in place. I sat, stunned and afraid, while he looked me up and down. 
 
 `` I'm here to protect you, Marin, that's all. You're young, so my buzzer has n't gone off in quite a while, but when it did, I ran as fast as I could.'' He explained it as though it was all supposed to click, and I would understand. 
 
 Methodically, he stepped over to me and whispered, `` I'll prove it to you.'' And he placed his hand over my shoulder. 
 
 I wanted to scream, and I almost did, but a warm, white light flitted through any open space it could find in his hand, and an unexplainable energy flowed through me. When he pulled his hand away, I let out the breath I did n't know I was holding as I relished in the fact that I was n't dead. But the bandage on my shoulder was gone, exposing perfectly healthy skin. 
 
 `` How did you...'' I trailed off, as the impossible became possible. 
 
 Lucifer smiled and tossed what he was holding into the air. `` See? I guess you could call me your guardian angel. Now, I hate to leave so soon, but I am a busy man. So if you ever need anything, Marin, shoot me a prayer.'' 
 
 The thing he was playing with landed on the bed. It was a shiny, silver coin, about the size of a half-dollar, but instead of a face, there was a pentagram carved into it. I glared at him as the memories of what happened came flooding back, and he clicked his tongue. 
 
 `` Whoops, sorry, bad word choice.'' He said, and when I blinked, he was gone.
