So (about) once a week I'm going to be posting sneak peaks to some of my upcoming projects. If something catches your eye let me know and maybe it will get published sooner

So this story is based on a prompt from Pinterest about a little boy making a deal with the devil, forcing the demon to be his friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes him. Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to hell and puts them in a high position of power. It will be a very dark, dark story. Expect alcohol and drug use, physical and mental abuse, depression and desperation, twisted psychopath child, and probably BDSM. It was originally planned as a short story but as I planned the main character (aside from Lucifer) I really got into his story and now I think it will be longer then I thought.

**Trigger warning! Suicide, alcohol and drug abuse**

The boy swallowed another handful of pills and a large drink of whiskey before crawling onto the bed next to Lucifer and got comfortable, the whiskey by his side.
“What’s it like?”
“Death?”
“Hell. That’s where I'll be right?”
“Well, yes, your soul will go to hell. It's not pleasant place.”
“Neither is here.”
“I suppose.”
“Will I be tortured for all eternity?”
“What?”
“That's what happens to souls in hell right? They are tortured by demons for the rest of eternity.”
“Usually, yes. You seem very calm about all this.”
The boy yawned and blinked slowly before answering with a slightly slurring voice, “Well I've had many years to come to terms with my path. I'm getting sleepy.”
“Once you fall asleep you won't ever wake up. I will take your soul to hell.”
“Will I know who I am? Will I remember. I find I don't want to forget you.”
“Well, I can choose to leave your memories in tact, but that usually makes hell worse.”
“I don't care. I don't want to forget you.” The boy's eyes started to drift closed. Lucifer wrapped his arms around his little buddy and snuggled him close. There had to be some way he could protect his friend from the horrors of his own domain. He was the king of the underworld after all. He made the rules.
“I’ll let you keep your memories, little one. And I will protect you from those that may hurt you. Hell is my domain and I decide how things work down there.”
“Goodbye, Lucifer, thank you for being my friend.”
“Not goodbye, little one, I will see you on the other side. And there you will be free as you never were here.”