I wondered to myself if it was always this loud.. and how people could stand it. Maybe God hadn't been punishing me after all.<br/><br/>He was terrifyingly beautiful.. just as the pastor had described him. The most beautiful angel in heaven until he was cast out. He still smelt divine.. and his voice was magnificent. The first thing I got to hear was the voice of The Devil himself, the most attractive and compelling creature in existence other than God himself! I knew it was all designed to tempt me. That was his job after all.<br/><br/>But it was my job to inform him of a few things. The one good thing about being the deaf daughter is.. there was no future for you within the community other than being an old maid. So I got quite a bit of schooling.<br/><br/>"Mister Lucifer," I addressed him formally - my Papa said manners are important. "I am<em>not</em>a dog. My name is Charity Faith Pruitt. I will never be a dog. You might change me, and treat me like a dog, but beneath it all I will be a human being." I listened to myself, my voice sounded .. odd. "The reason for this Sir, is that I have a soul. Animals don't have souls. The bible says so. No matter what you do to me, how you make me act, no matter how long I remain here in Hell. I will always have a soul."<br/>