The Devil Who Thought He Was Human

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In the heart of the sleepy town of Mirthwick, there lived a peculiar young man named Devin. His spiky black hair refused to stay combed, his eyes glowed faintly crimson under moonlight, and he emitted a faint scent of brimstone when he sneezed. But Devin, ever the optimist, paid no attention to such oddities. He considered himself an ordinary human, albeit a little quirky.

Devin spent his days running a charming bakery called “Inferno Delights,” famous for its mysteriously warm cinnamon rolls that never seemed to go stale. Townsfolk adored him, although they couldn’t quite place why his pastries always tasted like a heavenly (or hellish) dream. Every morning, he opened his shop with a cheery “Rise and shine, Mirthwick!”

However, Devin’s life of mundane bliss took a sharp turn one Friday evening.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, an unsettling visitor arrived: a towering, horned figure draped in smoke and shadows. His eyes burned like coals, and his tail swished impatiently behind him.

“Envoy of Destruction,” the figure intoned. “Have you forgotten your mission?”

Devin, who was busy icing cupcakes, blinked. “I think you have the wrong guy, pal. I’m Devin. I bake things, not destroy them.”

The demon’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not Devin. You’re Devalon, Infernal Prince and Herald of the Apocalypse. You were sent here to pave the way for Hell’s reign on Earth.”

Devin stared. “Oh. Well, that’s… quite the misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” The demon huffed a plume of sulfurous smoke. “How do you not remember?”

Devin wiped his hands on his apron, leaving floury streaks across it. “I’ve been running a bakery for seven years. My life’s mission is to make people happy with pastries.”

“Pastries?!” The demon’s thunderous voice shook the walls. “You’re supposed to bring misery and chaos!”

Devin sighed. “Okay, fine. You want chaos? How about my banana cream pie special on Saturdays? Absolute madness.”

The demon growled but found himself at a loss. “Wait. Are you saying you… like this human life?”

Devin smiled. “I’d say it’s sweet as pie. Care for a sample?”

Despite centuries of discipline, the demon’s curiosity got the better of him. With a reluctant grunt, he bit into a devil’s food cupcake. A strange transformation took place: the demon’s eyes softened, his fangs retracted, and his smoky aura dissipated. “This… this is delicious.”

“Glad you like it!” Devin chirped.

The demon, now looking sheepish, muttered, “Maybe… we were wrong about the whole apocalypse thing.”

“Why don’t you stick around?” Devin suggested. “Help out in the bakery. You could be the ‘Hellish Sous-Chef’ or something.”

The demon’s lips twitched into what might have been a smile. “I’ll think about it.”

As the demon wandered off, Devin returned to his cupcakes with a sense of satisfaction. Maybe he wasn’t just an ordinary human, but he liked who he had become.

And so, the town of Mirthwick continued to enjoy its mysteriously delicious pastries, now baked by a former devil who thought he was human and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Who needs world domination when you have cupcakes?

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