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Story Notes:
I'm not sure exactly what to rate this story. I'm keeping it rated E for now, because as all my previous readers may or may not have noticed, all of my stories are clean and free of foul language, and for the most part free of any graphic violence. However, this story may or may not dip into some religious/spiritual discussion; after all, one of the main characters *is* a devil. If this concerns you, I'd recommend checking out The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis. It was the inspiration for the devilish main character (who is not mine, by the way) and it might clear up any confusion.

That being said... I can't believe I'm actually about to do this, but...this story is basically Lassiter teaming up in a reluctant, but unholy (literally) alliance with Mr. MacPhisto.
Which, in essence, makes this a crossover of Psych and U2.

However: Mr. MacPhisto is a *character* created by Bono for the Zooropa and Zoomerang legs of the ZooTV Tour in the '90s. (For more information on that and on MacPhisto in general, please check out Canadanne.co.uk. That site and ZooTV Live From Sydney are the major sources for this story.) The Fly and Mirrorball Man, who probably won't be making appearances here, are also characters created for ZooTV. U2 used these characters to satirize rock stardom, '90s pop culture, and society. They are *characters.* They were *portrayed* by Bono, but they are *not* Bono. U2 may well be mentioned in this story, but none of the band members will actually be making any appearances here. Therefore, this is *not* a Real Person Story and it is in accordance with the rules of this site.

And now for the customary Psychfic disclaimer (and then some): I do not own Psych, nor do I own any of its characters, settings, trademarks, or related material. I am not affiliated with U2 or any related organizations. Their characters, settings, trademarks, et cetera are not my intellectual property. Psych, U2, and all related materials are the property of their respective owners. The plot and original characters of this story are my intellectual property. I am not associated with U2. I am not associated with Psych, its creators, or any involved parties, nor am I associated with any other media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry for writing you guys a novel in the story notes, but... I like to cover all my bases. In apology, here is a cool banner that I made for my story. (I made it all by myself; aren't you guys proud?)

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The dusky street was clear and quiet as the devil danced alone among the trash and murky puddles. The rain was light and soft, trickling down the back of his luxurious shirt in tiny torrents, streaming down his face in glorious rivulets as he tilted his head to the sky. Quietly, almost too quietly to be heard, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a beautiful day.

The gunshots rang out---once, twice!---and the car sped away into the sinking, settling evening, skidding away from the trash and murky puddles at fifty-five miles per hour, leaving the devil behind.

The devil smiled to himself as he sank to his knees and then fell down onto his back on the cobbled, cracked street. So this was what death was like. What a dear old friend...
Chapter End Notes:
No promises on when this story will actually be done. I've got a lot going on in real life right now, and I have a couple of other commitments in writing life as well. But this story *will* get done!! ...Eventually. :-D


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