While not all of us bronies worship Satan, I do at least have some kind of relationship with him.

You see, I first met Lucifer (He prefers to be called Lucy) at a bar in Los Vegas. I was just sitting there, drinking my drink, when he strolls in and takes a seat next to me.

He was looking pretty fly and hip and happening so I gathered my composure and tried to find the words to say. I ended up settling on,

"Wassup, dawg."

In response, Lucy said

"Not much."

"Same here." I said, with an uneasy look on my face.

"Just call me Lucy, by the way." He said in a cheerful voice.

Then he proceeded to wink at me.

I shifted around in my seat uncomfortably. His advances were unwelcome but at the same time I was talking to a celebrity. One who causes slightly less torment than 1D to the average person.

We had a few more drinks, and I decided I better get out of there before he tries any funny business, as demonic entities are won't to do. I politely excused myself and headed to my car after paying my tab.

On my drive home, The Devil Went Down to Georgia blasted the entire way home. It rained, and the air smelled murky.

Once I got into my home, I immediately fell asleep, from a mix of the alcohol and it just having been a long night.

When I woke up, I looked at my hand and noticed something, there was a phone number on it, with the words "Lucy <3" next to it. I must have drunk more than I initially estimated. I decided it would be for the best if I at least called the number to check it out.

Once I called the number, I heard a familiar voice.

"Ashley?" The voice on the other end said

.

"Satan?" I asked, showing the same surprise.

"Gee, I already told you you can just call me Lucy." Satan said in a playful tone.

I blushed as he said this.

We talked and talked for what seemed like hours. It was truly a fun time for both of us. We talked about current events, cooking, and eternal torment. All of the normal things you talk on the phone about. I sat on my bed and lost track of time as we just blabbered about like two teenage girls,

After I was done talking with him about all the basics, I got Satan's Skype name and we still chat from time to time, and that's the truth on my relationship with the Big Red Guy.