"Oh hey. Something that isn't junk mail." I threw the random ads away and threw the bills on the counter and tore into the envolope. I stopped short when I read the letter. I'm going to die unless I can kill the prince of hell. And the key to success is smiling? Well. I can kill. Just gotta figure out where he lives. 
After a couple google searches I had an address for the only person legally named Lucifer in NYC. I bundled up and slathered on sunscreen and was about to leave when I realized I should probably tell my friends I might not be back tomorrow. "Hey guys, I'm heading out to battle the devil. I might not be back. Love you!"