[ WP ] You are a successful musician . While backstage before a show , the Devil appears and accuses you of stealing his songs . He demands payment in one form or another .

“ You read to rock this joint, Steve? ” Derek holds his hand up above his head for a high five. 
 
 Steve grins and responds with a double high five gesture, “ I ’ m always ready man. ” 
 
 The two depart into their separate dressing rooms. Having toured with Derek for the past 10 years, had become such a common place for Steve, they were like brothers. The two had formed the rock duo, Crimson Sonic, when they were just in college, and here they were not signed to a successful Indie label and playing to sold out crowds across the US. Steve couldn ’ t be happier. 
 
 “ Love these lyrics man, if I didn ’ t know any better, I ’ da thought you actually went through this shit yourself and wrote out the pain, ” a deep husky voice speaks from behind Steve. “ Oh don ’ t let me frighten you man, I ’ m just here for what ’ s rightly mine. ” 
 
 Steve was used to groupies gaining entry backstage and stalking him in his dressing room, but never had he encountered that of another male, he was instantly on alert and ready to defend himself. 
 
 Turning around quickly to confront the voice Steve affirms “ Look, I ’ ll sign one autograph, and then you ’ ve got to go, alright. ” It was always Steve ’ s nature to diffuse the situation rather than go right for the fight, though he was prepared if need be. 
 
 The voice chuckles “ I ’ m not here for your fucking autograph, fuck your autograph, I ’ m here for payment you mediocre musician. ” 
 
 Annoyed, Steve lunged for the door, better to get security then deal with a lunatic. 
 
 “ Open that door, and I ’ ll make a deal with death to have you motionless on the ground in minus two seconds, ” the voice says. 
 
 Steve keeps his hand on the doorknob, squeezing it even harder than before. 
 
 “ Call my bluff if you want to, try me Steve, ” the voice continues. 
 
 Steve slowly releases the doorknob and faces the voice from behind him. “ What do you want, and why are you here, show yourself. ” 
 
 “ Steve, it ’ s guys like you that give me a bad rep. You stole 80 % of the songs that you sing, and you stole them from me. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ” Lucifer appears in his physical form directly in front of Steve. He breathes down on the musician, and sizes him up. “ You owe me. ” 
 
 Genuinely frightened, Steve falls backwards, collapsing against the door. 
 
 “ Fuck man, what type of sick joke is this? ” he whimpers. 
 
 Lucifer steps away, and walks about Steve ’ s small but sufficient dressing room. Picking up various items and tossing them aside. “ Let ’ s stop with the bullshitting Steve, you have two options, you can pay me with your soul, obvious choice, or you can pay me with the soul of your first born child. ” 
 
 Steve never believed in the myth of “ selling one ’ s soul to the devil ” but some days he questioned his success, and as he sat before Lucifer himself, he could only wish he ’ d prepared himself for this day, and even the possibility of such. 
 
 “ So what ’ s it going to be, I don ’ t have all day Steve, ” Lucifer shouted, now going through Steve ’ s wardrobe and tossing aside things he didn ’ t like. 
 
 “ Firstborn, ” Steve blurted out. 
 
 “ You selfish prick, but fine, no take backs, ” Lucifer teased. 
 
 Steve felt confident that he ’ d made the right decision, in his haste to choose he figured he would never have children. He wasn ’ t married, and didn ’ t plan on such, and he was always extra careful to practice safe sex as he ’ d already declared never wanting to have to pay a woman child support of the likes. The choice seemed harmless enough, no soul to give if no child to take from. 
 
 “ See you soon Steve, ” and with that Lucifer disappeared, leaving Steve still saddled on the floor. 
 
 Sighing heavily, Steve stood up and made his way to the vanity to calm himself. 
 
 Looking down at his phone, he noticed 3 missed calls, and a missed text message from Angela, a girl he ’ d been seeing down in Texas. 
 
 Steve unlocked his phone and checked the text first. All it said was “ we need to talk now ” followed by emoji baby faces. 
 
 Steve blinked, then collapsed back in the chair, sheer panic written across his face. 

