"But it was funny." Said the guy in a red button down and black slacks who wasn't in your house earlier.
"What? No, he's a nice guy, get out of here." The little girl said.
"Butt out shrimpo. Listen man, you ever read Paradise Lost?" The guy said. You stared at him for a moment in reply.
"Didn't think so. Bottom line: Lucifer's not that bad a guy." The guy said.
"He's the incarnation of evil, sin, and depravity." The little girl said.
"You know, critical little jerks like you are the reason I joined him." The guy said.
"The hell is going on?" You asked.
"Language." The little girl chastised.
"But he's exactly right. The world is coming to an end, and I'm here with your invitation to party like it's 1999." The guy said.
"He wants you to forfeit your immortal soul for a few cheap laughs." The little girl said.
"Awesome." You said.
"I'm sorry, what?" The little girl asked.
"He said he's with me shorty, so hit the road." The guy said.
"Seriously, are you sure you want to do this?" The little girl said.
"You know what demons can do? Teleport." The guy said.
"Oh God, that's so cool." You said.
"Do I have the wrong house or something?" The little girl said, scanning her book again. By the time she looked up, you had already signed a rather shady looking contract with the guy in red.
"You didn't seriously just sentence yourself to eternal damnation, did you?" The little girl asked.
"Damnation? More like celebration!" The guy said, popping out of the room with a flash of light.
"Seriously, that was the dumbest thing I've ever seen a mortal do." The little girl said, also popping out of the room.
"Wait, angels can teleport too?" You asked to no one in particular.