Marybeth Tyler, 21, walked in uneasily. The young woman's eyes kept shooting across the room. Her fingernails were beginning to turn red from incessant chewing.
"Hello...are you Mr. Chesterton?" Marybeth asked quietly.
Mr. Chesterton turned his head around and started surveying Marybeth. She was 6'0, gangly, with bright blue eyes and long, blonde hair that went down to her hips. She was a wearing a bright green church dress that went down to her knees. He noticed the cross hanging around her neck.
"Why yes I am" he replied. "What can I do for you?"
"My name is Marybeth Joanna Tyler. I seek the embrace of the devil."
From there, Ms. Tyler started rambling. Born into a very strict sect of Christianity, her life had been a never ending series of cruelties. Home schooled and kept away from the outside world. Physically abused by her mother. Sexually assaulted by a close family friend, a fact which her parents knew of but did little to quelch. Thrown out of her home and the church at 18 for pursuing a relationship with a woman.
"I prayed hard. So very hard." Tyler said with tears streaming down her face. "God wouldn't even acknowledge my existence. I felt completely alone."
She was about to jump off of a bridge when she heard a brooding voice tell her "The holy father has failed you. I will not." Tyler instantly knew it was the Devil she heard and from that point on, she spent every waking moment researching his many incarnations and philosophy.
Walking right up to Mr. Chesterton, Tyler looked him straight in the eyes. "I realized that the one thing humanity shares in is pain. We are all connected to it, bound by it, and people feel enslaved by it." Tyler said in a cold, matter-of-fact way. "They're wrong. Pain is liberation, and if you let me, I want to help you show that to people."
Mr. Chesterton was speechless. In all his years he had never encountered a religious person willing to abandon their faith for him. The potential of turning a godly woman into one of his disciples made him excited in a way he hadn't been in a very long time.
He put his fingers on her head and was taken aback. His life's work was to corrupt innocent souls, bend them to his will. There was nothing to corrupt with Ms. Tyler. Her soul was devoid of anything resembling light. She would be a perfect acolyte.
Mr. Chesterton needed to give her one test though. Taking off his jacket, Mr. Chesterton started changing. His clothing ripped apart as his skin started turning blood red. His hands and feet started extending outwards with razor sharp claws. His shirt ripped as he grew taller and taller. Bulky scales developed all over his body. Chesterton's face started growing more gaunt, eventually resembling a skeleton with
a loose film of skin over it. His eyeballs fell out and horns shot out of the side of his head.
Standing in front of Tyler was an eight foot monstrosity. She simply stood there. Chesterton lowered his head and snarled loudly at her. He was stunned when Tyler gently rubbed his face.
"You...are...stunning." she said. "The world should see the real you."
"They will...in time." he responded. "However, I showed you who I really am. Now, I'm going to show you who you really are."