Satan wrapped herself in a quilt, snapped her fingers, and transformed the bedroom into a study office. Then she rolled over to the filing area, opened an Ironhide cabinet, and began checking through it.
Russell quietly moved closer and stared in surprise at the neatly numbered files. "My apologies. I always thought you were a devil who neglected her proper work. I never expected you to be this busy."
If each file represented a soul, then with every drawer opened, Satan had contracted at least ten thousand souls.
"God promised me that if I contracted ten thousand souls and perfectly played the role of a good devil, I could return to Heaven and become an angel again. Then someone else would come down to be 'Satan.'"
The young lady Satan searched through the files. She seemed to have some impression of the hell demon, yet she could not remember when it had happened.
"So God broke His promise? You completed the task, but He refused to let you into Heaven?"
"No. Back then, I couldn't see things clearly. I thought being a devil was carefree and fun, so I didn't take the initiative to ask to return to Heaven."
At this point, Satan let out a deep sigh. If she had known she would meet Russell, she would not have indulged herself for a momentary thrill back then.
This had to be God's punishment for her. She had fallen, changing from a diligent, hardworking angel into a pleasure-seeking devil. She was just like Adam and Eve in Eden, driven out of Heaven because of original sin.
"Found it. This is the one."
Satan took out a file folder containing an ancient contract written on parchment. The contract was very short, barely more than ten lines, utterly different from the files