As they walked out of the bar, Tim was in full sexy mode, struting the stuff she now had with a feeling of great power."

"I wonder what the master would think of me now..."

Suddenly, Tim felt a powerful force. He knew what it was."

"Speak of the Devil..." He said as he turned around. He only saw a man dressed a a dark trench coat and hat that looked like it was out of a 1940s detective film. He smoked a ciagretee. He looked human.

But Tim knew who he was. This power indicated that he was the same devil that had given him this power.