A story of reincarnation, as a soul enters a battle of wits with Satan. "I must admit, I enjoy living but if this is death, it's not so bad." "No. This is not death," Satan told me. "You will remember that too, soon." I could see him more clearly now. He wore a long, red coat, made of a thick material, like crushed velvet. His hair, black as night, had been pulled back around his large skull, as if pulled back by a...