Allegiance

Near a over populated urban city in New York, there was a deserted old building with of

plenty broken windows, damaged termite infested wood, and cricking tile flooring. Under one of

the tiles was said to be alot of loot from legendary unknown bank robbers who turned against

eachother in greed and murdered eachother in the effort to run away with the huge amount of

bloodshed riches they had aquired. Also rumored why no one dare to try and retrieve the loot

was the idea that the Devil himself was the guardian of the hidden riches. People say this is

what often happens to buried treasure especially when it has been ill-gotten.

There was a girl by the name of Tiffany Wills who lived in a melancholy little

apartment building, isolated from the other homes on a gloomy street. She lived with a seemly

always angry mother and a loud mouth father who paid no attention to her and only spoke

to insult. In this apartment building roof was a leaky patch on the roof and whenever it rained her

mother would force her to go a top the roof and seal it, even if it was a horrible hazard. Though

Tiffany protested every time bitterly it was no match for her mother's fury. Her mother was so

vile, her words stung like snakes venom, her eyes were like hawks and she struck Tiffany, the

pain was so unbearable that she would just lose feeling in the particular area she was struck for

awhile. So Tiffany would go to the roof and plug the patch with her chewing gum to keep from

unbearable pain from occuring.

You would think abuse like this would make Tiffany feel depressed but instead she just

became enraged, she only wanted revenge and wished her mother so much unfortune. And so

Tiffany would curse her mother nearly daily, through words and through thoughts. All this and

she still would rather hear he mother's words instead of her father's silence anyday. He rarely

spoke a word to her, while he sat lazyly in his old over-used loveseat near a television located

in the livingroom. But when he did speak the words he spoke were usually loud and offensive.

She hated him the most, and would do anything she could to anger him (since that was the only

effective way to get any of his attention). She would go hang out with the wrong crowd, sell and

use drugs, and stay out late doing anything dangerous. All this to get her father's attention,

he would only reply to her misbehavior with a sarcastic remark " what do we expect? she is

her mother's daughter," then he would go back to watching the television.

One day while playing hooky she came across an abandoned house. Tiffany decided it

was a good place to hide and found a way in through a broken window. She walked around through

the damp, dimly lite house and slowly pushed cobwebs off her face. She was alone with the

exception of rats, some bats, alot of cats, and noisy bugs. Cricking noises began to come from the

top floor, this would have scared a man out of his wits but Tiffany wasn't phased and she walked on.

Wandering around the house in search of anything she could put her hands on, she decided to take

a break on the kitchen floor. As she sat listening to the cold melody of crickets she noticed a tile

sort of turnt outward. She took out a pocket knife out to examine it further and found a skull with a

bullet hole through it she smirked a little then threw the skull over her shoulder and went on with her

boredom.

"Leave that skull alone!" said a hauntingly fierce voice. Tiffany lifted her eyes and saw a huge

shadowy, yet deviously handsome man. She was startled she had not heard footsteps. She kept

staring a him he seemed unworldly and had no specific characteristics in his face for her to compare

him to anyone of her world. He had a black suit on and a golden weapon of some sort in his hands.

His eyes glowed red for a split moment then it slowly changed to a calm grey. " What are you

doing here young lady? You shouldn't be here, this is my territory," said the shadowy man.

"Your territory!" said Tiffany with a snickering laugh "I didn't see your name on it". "Oh, but my

name is on it," the stranger pointed behind her. She looked back and engraved on the wall it

said , "the Devil". She turned back to the man and said " your the Devil?". "Yes, at your service

Tiffany," he said. This is how it was said that Tiffany William met the Devil.

Unbelievably she wasn't afraid she only saw an opportunity to revenge. "So your the Devil" she said in a sarcastic

tone, " Bet you can't prove it". She laughed and the man's eyes flickered a deathly black and he said smoothly "I can do

more than just prove this...", his eyes turned back to grey. "If your the Devil you wouldn't mind if I stabbed you a little bit, now

would you", she checked his facial expression to catch his bluff. He laughed heavily looked at her with a haunting smile and

said, "Go right aheaded foolish girl, do as you wish". Tiffany replied, "I'm not joking around Mister I'm not afraid of hurting you

especially because no one is here to say I did hurt you so if your some overly confident idiot, I won't hesitate to leave you

bleeding to death here", she said this in a threatening way while she reached in her pocket for a pocket knife she lifted off a

man in a subway. "Well", he said mockingly, "Stab me to death darling and don't forget to cut deep". "Oh I will", She leaped

at him and with one gash to what seemed to be his throat, she kicked him away from her to keep blood from getting on her.

He grabbed his throat looked at the blackened liquid excreting the wound onto his hands and started to laugh in a disgusting

overly ambnoxious laugh that made her skin crawl. In a moment of dispare she dropped her knife, noticed his wound had

began to disappear. "Now Tiffany do you believe I am the one the only Lucifer" he laughed a little more. He walked towards

her but it seem as if he merely stood still and flashed next to her in a blink of an eye. He placed his hand over her face and

said, "Tiffany Wills its your lucky day