17 years later:Ishmael had grown into a gentleman of the state, in no way inferior to his father. He had blonde hair that was a little darker at the lower ends, so it looked as if it had been dyed in colour. He was tall, slim and had blue eyes like any angel. He was just in the 12th grade for the training of angel skills. He had always been interested in school, he always listened carefully to the teacher and noted everything down. So he became a model pupil of his class and had only the best grades. Even at home he had no other occupation than to spend hours preparing for the next day. But even though he was considered the one with whom one got the best grades, no one wanted to do a job with him, let alone sit next to him at school. But this was not only due to his passion for school, but also because the devil had long since chosen him as his main play partner. Because while he annoyed the others maybe once a month, he played at least one prank every day and they had changed a lot from previous pranks. They became more and more brutal and there was almost no prank that didn't have at least a few drops of blood. Because Ismael had to suffer a prank every day, everyone was afraid that if they befriended him, they would be punished by the devil.Also today Ismael was at school and just listening to the teacher Miss Cute talking about the Qualax, who looked so cute with their thick fur on the photo that Ismael stopped listening to the teacher for a moment when the door swung open and a cock was standing in the door frame. Everyone looked at the rooster and just waited for it to start screaming. As a loud "cock-a-doodle-doo" roared through the room, it became so loud that the cock's further calls sank in the noise of the standing students. The students packed their things and ran to the exit. But before the pupils reached the exit, the cock disappeared with a plop in a cloud of smoke. Seconds later Ismael was alone in the room with Miss Cute. He leisurely left the books in his rucksack. Then he set off for home with his head down. He shuffled out of the room and behind him followed, not a step away, floating, the backpack. Ishmael thought of what to expect on the way home. Lost in thought, he ran up the spiral staircase that formed as if by magic with every step. Whenever you lifted one foot off the step, it disintegrated and a step appeared in front of you. Ismael took this stair under her feet and, still thinking of the devil's next trick, climbed down the spiral staircase.
But he had not entered the stairs for a long time when the devil appeared behind him with a resounding laugh. A thick cloud appeared with him, which enveloped him for a short time. The devil hovered in the air just behind the two visible steps on which Ismael stood. He laughed: " Well Ismael, ready for round one? Oh, and if so! Hold on tight.", and the devil gave Ismael a shove in the back. This all happened so fast that Ismael had no chance to react. Ismael lost his balance and lost much forward. First he saw the ground made of gold far below, then his head hit one of the emerging steps. A stabbing pain pierced through his head then the pain eased off, only to increase seconds later, when he hit a step on the next stair. More and more he fell down the stairs and the further he fell the faster he became. While falling down, he hit his head several times on the stairhead. Each time a tremendous pain arose in his head. Even after the first bangs of his head on the stairs, it hurt so badly that tears came to his eyes, but he held them back. A few steps later he began to cry over the unbearable pain. His tears flowed down his cheeks, across his neck and into his dress. Further down he flew. The stairs did not want to end, just like the jet of water that shot out of his eyes. The water jet didn't seem to get less, but seemed to get bigger with every hit he felt somewhere near his body. It also seemed to change colour, the more and more red tones mixed with the tears. But it didn't only hurt his head, because each edge of the stairs hit in a different place. The back filled up with pain, as if it had been chopped into different little pieces and then put back together again. When Ismael no longer believed that the stairs would end, he reached the end of the stairs and with a last strong pain that pierced his whole body, he hit the ground. Ishmael saw the gold of the ground before him. With a loud cry he turned on his back. Everything hurt him. He looked up. In the distance he saw the devil, still hovering at the top of the stairs, looking down with an evil laugh. But the longer Ishmael looked up, the more blurred his vision became. Slowly he became black before his eyes, until he became completely black before his eyes.