I woke up from that strange dream. I was supposed to go to school and help people there... yet I am gambling to save some guy in a speeding car. How did it come to this? You see...

When I woke up, I got dressed. Liz had already made breakfast. Creed was still sleeping on the couch. I quickly ate the breakfast, which consisted of sunny side up eggs and water. Guess it was the bare minimum as we were saving up the money from the heist. I went on my way towards the school.

On the way, I saw a man run in a cold sweat. He ran right in front of me. He continued and several men were behind him. I was curious so I followed suit. The men arrived at a dark alley. Two of them surrounded the poor guy. The little snitch I was, I called the cops. I probably couldn't do anything against two possibly armed men.

I heard a scream. It the was the guy they were chasing. Something urged me to step in, so I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"STOP!" the two buff men looked at me.

"That your kid!? Ha, he is probably a pushover like his dad." The men lifted me up like I was nothing and threw me next to the guy who had bruises.

"What's going on?" I asked because I was confused.

"What's going on is that this idiot fucked up and now he owes the boss ten thousand dollars." They kicked the man. He threw up blood. He was a very feeble man with short, curly brown hair and blue eyes. I had an idea, which was probably not the best idea I could come up with. I stood up.

"I'll win the money back."

"What'cha saying kid. Sit back down before be beat you like your old man." They didn't take me seriously.

"You wanna fucking try?" I tried to sound cool.

"You know what kid, I'll feel bad beating you up without you doing anything so I'll ask the boss." I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

A limo arrived not more than ten minutes later. The cops were nowhere to be seen. The guy and I were dragged into the limo by the buff men. Inside was an extremely buff man. He had a big scratch on his left eye. He looked me over and then looked at the buff men.

"This is not his son, you idiots. This is just a random kid!"

"Boss, he has a challenge for you." The scarred man laughed.

"A challenge!? For me!? Let's hear it!" All of the men looked at me. I mustered all the courage I had and finally said it.

"I will win this man's money back." The man raised his eyebrow. He scoffed over right in front of my face.

"You don't know what you are getting yourself into." He chuckled a bit. He ordered the men to bring him a poker table. I knew the rules of poker, but I've never won a game in my life.

The man put his hand on his face with only one eye peeking out. He stared me down and said in a devilish voice.

"Boy, I will tell you now so you can run away. I have the devil's luck. You cannot beat me and these games." He smirked. Now I felt like I needed to beat him. The table was put in between us. One of the buff men began dealing. Without even being able to see my cards, the boss yelled.

"Raise!" I looked quickly at my cards. I knew I had the upper hand.

"Raise!" I yelled too.

"RAISE!" The boss yelled again. I smirked.

"RAISE!" His expression changed. He looked troubled for a second, but almost instantly changed into a poker face.

"RAISE!" The boss yelled once again. I yelled again.

"RAISE!" The boss finally gave in. The bet was well over the original goal. The man put his cards down first. He had a full house. He smirked once again. I put my cards down too. The boss's expression became grim. I had 4 kings and one 4. All red. It was "Four of a kind." and it was of higher value than a "Full House". I smirked at the boss.

"Guess your luck ran out." He smiled.

"Guess you win, kid. I don't want to give you money... but I can tell you a secret." I nodded. "Get the jackass out of here." As he said that, the men put a napkin to his face and he fell asleep.

"By the way, my name is Angelo Padrone." The man introduced himself and extended his hand. I took it.

"I'm Jake Cains." We shook our hands.

The man's expression changed. He took the nearest knife and pointed it towards me.

"I will teach you how to meet the Devil."

"The Devil?"

"That's right, kid. I made a deal with the Devil a long time ago. It was for gambling luck. He told me that if I ever lose, I must show him the man who overcame the luck of the Devil."

"Are you saying that I can make a deal with the devil." I realized that my plan was still ongoing. The devil was the natural enemy of God.

"Are you ready, kid?" I nodded. Angelo took the knife and cut his pinky finger. Blood seeped out and he put it over my head. I began to feel ill. I lied down and fell asleep.

I awoke in a reddish palace. I was on a comfortable couch opposite a big, red throne. On the throne was a man, over 10 feet tall. He had horns and burned wings. He looked at me.

"Who the fuck are you? Who left their unwanted child on my fuckin' sofa!" He inspected me again. "Wait a second. Are you Jake Cains? Did a kid like you really win?"

"It was me... sir!"

"Listen... drop the formality, call me Lucifer. I can make a deal with you for my hell power or my luck. Which do you choose?"