When Harry Met Satan

He was a young man, with bright blue eyes, and an almost perfect face. Harry was no authority on male beauty, but this boy should’ve been a model, not a waiter.

"Yeah, what’d ya want?" asked Harry.

"I noticed you don’t look as excited as the others, sir."

"Why should I be? Just got a free pass, I’m only here for the food."

The waiter’s blue eyes widened with interest. "Really sir? Would you by any chance like to have a tour of the kitchen before the seminar starts?"

"Sure, I won’t be in the way, will I?"

"No, sir, of course not, follow me."

The waiter led him across the function room and through the kitchen doors on the other side. They went past the rows of waiters and kitchenhands darting all over the place and stopped at the giant, industrial-sized freezer.

The waiter opened it up and shoved Harry into it. The waiter followed and closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up. We don’t have much time."

"Much time for what?"

"We’ve been trying to find one like you for months. Now we can set our plan into action."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Let’s say I work for an…agency. An agency that wants Lucifer out of the way. My cover here is Mike, but you can call me Gabe. You’re one in a million, I thought I’d never find one like you."

"My name’s Harry, now please, can you just explain all this bullshit to me," said Harry, as the cold began to make him shiver.

"Okay. Certain…restrictions, forbid me from actually physically taking out Lucifer. And the only time we know where he is, is when he’s on stage. That is when we have to do it. Trouble is, I can’t do it, and we can’t get anyone else in. Lucifer’s got a devoted fanbase, none of them would kill him. And the people who get his tickets are screened before they even get here. Lucifer has a lot of resources at his disposal. You’re the first attendee to these seminars I’ve found that is actually indifferent to the event. That is why I need you."

"You want me to kill Lucifer? And do we have to sit in here?" Harry’s teeth began to chatter, but he noticed the cold didn’t seem to bother Gabe.

"He might have people working for him in the kitchen, this is necessary, so we’re not heard. Anyway, back to the plan…"

"What plan, I never agreed to anything," said Harry, turning to march out of the freezer at that very moment.

"Please, Harry, I need your help. If his fanbase gets any larger, he’ll be unstoppable."

"His stuff seems to make sense to people, talking about personal power."

Gabe shook his head. "No, he hasn’t changed since ancient times, he’s just spreading his sinful attitudes through a new medium. You know how easily these types of things can seduce people. This ‘personal power’ bullshit, its just a way to promote selfishness and material gain, some of his plans for humanity."

"You do realise, this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I mean he’s annoying, yes, and he is Satan, but to me he seemed harmless. He was friendly last night."

"You’ve met him before?"

"Yeah, he bought me a burger last night."

Gabe’s head lowered and he shook his head. "You must be under his thrall."

"What? No way, I’m my own man. I only came here because I had a free ticket."

"No, you don’t understand, he offered you something, you took it. You made an unspoken agreement with him. At any time he can control you."

Harry sighed.