Hell Is Heaven: Name

'Tell me', the tall man said, eyes glaring down at me. 'By what name am I to know you?'. I dared not look up into those ever longing eyes, and kept my gaze fixed solemnly on the carpeted floor. I could hear laughter, screams of merth, and drunkards. My ears were filled with the sound of Avenged Sevenfold's "A little piece of heaven", but I was trying to block out these distractions.
'I asked you what your name was. Please answer me'. And now I looked up. Now I lifted my head to stare into his wide, bright eyes, and his gleaming toothy smile. 'fuck you', I spat out.
Now, looking back on the occasion, I sometimes wonder wether 'fuck you' was the right choice of words to mouth when confronted with the devil.
But at the time it had relieved some of my pent up energy. His smile faded, and his face turned sour. This was no longer the cosy chat that he had intended...