"Ahh Johnathan, so good of you to join me."

I was treated to this warm greeting when I found myself not knowing where I was. My surrondings were that of a luxurious office, one that you expect a high powered individual to reside in, covered in mahagony panneling, with a roaring fire in the east wall. Upon all of the walls were various photos, paintings, and trinkets from all over the world, and seemingly every time period.

Directly in front of me was a large office desk, with the ocupant's back turned away from me. Just as I was recognizing the cliche, it spun around and I found myself face to face with Satan. I must say, that the common, preconcieved idea of his appearance is quite mistaken. Instead of someone who has goatish features, I found myself in front of someone wearing a formal buisness suit, one that had a touch of style to it. His face was thin and sleek, which was complimented by a neatly trimmed goatee, and his hair was short, trimmed, and styled, as if he had payed some flamboyant stylist to groom it, which did nothing to hide the two small horns protruding out of his forehead. All this, and skin with a slightly reddish hue to it.

"Come, please, have a seat." 

I sat at a lavish chair at the oppisite side of his desk and he proceded to pour me a cup of tea.

"Two sugars, right?" 
"Umm... yes please."

He stirred and handed me the cup, which I proceded to cautiously sip. After seeing the pleased look on my face, he remarked "It's a Ceylon blend, imported from Sri Lanka."

"It's quite good, best I've tasted"
"Well, I try to enjoy the finer things in life."
"Umm... If you don't mind me asking, why am I here?"
"I always enjoy conversing with intelligent individuals."
"But why me?"
"Ahh, now there's the question, what makes you special from the rest? We'll get to that later, but let's begin on a note of spirituality, what have you heard about me?"
"Besides the usuial 'root of all evil' crap, not much."
"Ahh, so you don't belive what many holy people tell you?"
"Wel no, expierence and education have taught me to distrust organized religion."
"And you're right to, it's far from truthful these days."
"So you know that aspects of The Bible have been edited?"
"Not just Chritianity, every holy book. The heros of these stories have been greatly edited, to make them these larger than life figures instead of what they really were, just human." 
"Facinating."
"Indeed, what I've always found amusing is their misguided portrayals of myself."
"Yeah, your apearance is nothing like what they say."
"It goes far beyond that, it is what they say I do, preach that you should steal, kill and adulterize, just so I can torment you for eternity."
"Yeah, I never really got that."
"Do you know why I exsist?"
"You should just go ahead and tell me."
"Because I am necessary, without me, God would not exsist, and vice versa. We balence each other, and keep the world in order.
"I see."
"Yes, and yet they preach against me, unenlightining the masses, and promoting the impossible."
"Impossible?"
"Yes, you see, the human soul is a balence of good and evil, so everyone will do something inherenly bad at multiple points during their life. But, they cant help it, it's just the way they are. The philosophers in the East, they understood this, the concept of yin and yang."
"Wow."
"Yes, and that's why I brought you here, to enlighten and inform."
"And I am quite thankful."
"Oh, our time is nearly up."
"Ahh, well I must say it was a pleasure meeting you."
"Oh please, the pleasure was all mine."

And then I awoke. I recounted my memories of the previous night, and just as I was about to chalk it up as another one of my strange dreams, I noticed something. Resting on my desk was a teacup, holding a Celon tea, imported from Sri Lanka.