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Welcome To Hell

Summary

Enara Jefferson is a demon. A Demon of Suicide. It is her job to get despicable human beings to kill themselves. So far she has killed over 300 victims. Her next one however is smart. Too smart. He ends up getting caught up in a war between Heaven and Hell all started by Enara and is unknowingly taking over Mr. Satien's position as ruler of Hell.

Prologue

"Where am I?"

She was flushed into a black scenery. No sights, no sounds, no smells.

"Hello?" She called into the darkness as she began to slowly walk. Maybe she would find something that would tell her where she was. She definitely wasn't sleeping. She could feel it.

"Welcome, newly dead."

A strong male voice rung, coming from nowhere but everywhere at once. She flinched and attempted to find the source of the voice.

"Who's there?" She called. Instead of running on adrenaline from the scenery shock, she was calm. There was no tremble in her voice, she wasn't sweating, and her brain wasn't going in a million directions.

Suddenly, she was transported to a small office-like room. She was standing in front of a desk, the walls were white, and a simple book shelf was standing to her left. She noticed someone sitting in the leather chair behind the mahogany desk.

"Enara Jefferman." The man leaned forward and folded his hands on his desk. He smiled slightly.

"Who's that?" She asked and the man leaned back in his chair surprised.

"Well that's you of course! Don't you remember anything?"

"What am I supposed to remember?" She asked looking at the man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He had ginger hair with freckles scattered all over his face and piercing green eyes.

"You were a living person before you died. You don't remember anything about your past life?" He almost sounded concerned.

"No sir." She said quietly and he nodded.

"Well no matter." He waved his hands in the air as if he was shooing a fly.

"If I may ask sir, how did I die and where am I now?" She didn't sound desperate to know, only curious.

"You were in a car crash June 24, 2016 that you caused because someone you hated was in the passenger seat." He explained. Suddenly, an image of a really nice red car with a name stamped on the bumper that read 'Toyota' flashed in her mind. She remembered cars. They were a way of fast transportation in the world she lived in.

"Who did I hate sir?" She asked.

"It was your mother. You drove purposely in a truck transporting a tank of gas killing you, your mother, and many citizens around you." Suddenly his smile widened. His teeth seemed to be perfectly white at one glance, and at another, they were rotting. "Welcome to hell."

"Hell?" She stopped to look around. "Seems a bit too quiet and calm to be hell." She remembered descriptions of hell usually included fire and torture.

"Well, this is only one room of course." He chuckled and took our a vanilla colored folder. "So, I have a job for you."

"A job? But I'm not even alive." She sounded dubious as she put more of her weight on her left leg.

"Exactly." He flipped open the folder and turned it around for her to see. As she leaned down to look at it, she saw a picture of a person. "This here," He tapped the picture. "is a boy named Max Bender. He is popular at school, a quarter back, brilliant grades, but he is also a bully. He has had four students already kill themselves in the past year and needs to be stopped."

"That's where I come in." She said and he nodded.

"Your job is to get him to kill himself." He said bluntly and there was a moment of surprise on her face before it was replaced by relief. She was already dead. It wasn't like something bad was going to happen in that process.

"And how do I do that?" She asked.

"That is for you to find out. You will be graded on technique and time. But as long as you get him to kill himself in his lifetime then that should be enough to pass."

"You know I can do this?" She asked.

"Actually, I don't know if you can do it. This is like your trial. Every newly dead is given a chance at this kind of job. If they fail the first try, they are sent to one of the many levels of torture, so it's best if you do this first job correctly." He nodded and closed the folder. He handed it to her. "This has everything you need to know about him and the people he has killed. Here's a hint. People like him aren't psychologically strong." She carefully took the folder as if it was glass and nodded.

"Can you tell me anything else about my past life?" She asked and he shook his head.

"Later on, your memories will come back to you. But I can tell you nothing more than the details of your death. Are you ready?" He asked and she nodded.

"You didn't tell me your name." She said and he smiled again.

"Call me Mr. Satiene." At the exact same moment he winked at her, her surroundings blurred until she was in front of a house behind a tree on the opposite side of the street. She decided that the house was Max's and was proved right when he exited the front door with a backpack on his shoulder and a football helmet under his arm.

Slowly, she walked away from the tree and into the street. As Max's gaze connected with hers, a car ran right through her. When she saw the alarmed expression on his face, she smiled.

 

Chapter 1: New Client

I don't know how much time has past since I first became a demon of suicide, but the earth hadn't changed much at all so it musn't have been all that long. But since my first client, I have helped evil people to their hellish deaths 364 times. I have a score board in my pocket the size of a notebook paper folded up six times that has dashes and slashes to keep count. It was a game, it was fun, and plus I was very good at it.

I was always rewarded with tickets to the finest house in hell when I was off work, plus I didn't get tortured so that was always a plus. I got the most comfortable clothes in hell, and nice techs to help me out with my jobs. Of course I couldn't touch anything in the realm of earth, so they had to create special hell technologies that only the demons could touch. I was living the life.

"Hello Mr. Satiene." I chirped and sat down in the leather chair in front of his desk. "About time for refurbishing isn't it? It's getting a little run down in here." I nodded as I looked around the room.

"Yes I suppose you're right. Anyways. Are you ready for your new assignment." He asked but there was a smirk placed on his face that never appeared anymore after my first visit.

"What's the matter with you? Since my first job, you seem bored with me. What? Have you got a challenge?" I asked, my excitement rising.

"That's exactly what I have here Enara!" He pushed the folder over to her across his desk that was chipping. "This young man here is named Brendon Chouring. He is involved with three different murders, not proven guilty yet, and has robbed several convenience stores. He has had past involvement in gangs and seems to be the hardest nut to crack yet." He smiled brightly. Ever since I completed my first job with flying colors, he has been trying to get me to fail ever since. Apparently, no one has ever completed that kind of job before. They would have to be completely heartless and no one was more heartless than Mr. Satiene.

"This sounds fun!" I opened the folder to see a school picture of a boy in his late teens. He had black wavy hair that fell to his shoulders, dark eyes, and a straight mouth. I was captivated by those eyes. They held secrets. And I wanted to know them all. I was hungry for them.

"He's such a darling." I crooned and flipped through the documents. He was eighteen years old, proven to be a psychopath, was on meds, had depression and anxiety, lived with his brother who was also involved with the acts, his little sister dead, parents are dead, has nightmares, barely passing school, and had no friends, but his brother was popular.

"I'll give you a packaged deal. I'll get him and his brother to kill each other. Spice things up a bit eh?" I wiggled my eyebrows and Mr. Satiene rolled his eyes.

"You have one client and one client only. If you cause his brother's death, then you will lose your job and get sent straight to the torture chambers." He warned and my shoulders slumped.

"You're no fun Mr. Satiene, but I understand." My voice was low but I soon was happy again. "Alright. I'm ready . Send me on my way."

"Just a minute. This boy He's seen a demon before. As a child. He doesn't remember, but, he may not be phased. Be careful how you approach him." He lectured and I nodded only half listening.

Soon, I was standing in a cafeteria room among the rush of students trying to squeeze into the painfully long lunch lines. Most of the students were laughing and playfully hitting their friends as they told jokes and stories about how they got their gnarly scabs.

Quickly, I looked around the room to find Brendon in the sea of faces but I couldn't find him. Usually I was very good at picking out people in a crowd.

Suddenly a group of students moved to reveal Brendon sitting alone at a lunch table. He was playing on a black tablet and seemed very focused on it. I smiled and drifted towards the table. Slowly, I sat down in front of him. He didn't look away from his screen.

"What do you want?" he asked and I put on my innocent place.

"I'm new here. A couple of students beat me to the ground and took my stuff. My map was in my backpack. I was hoping you can help me find my next class." I said and he still stared at the screen, the light glowing on his face.

"Go ask someone else. There's lots of other people in here." he said and I looked around me.

"But I don't like them. Any of them." to this, he lifted his head and looked at me. There was a moment of shock in his face before it went blank.

"What class are you looking for?" he asked.

"Bro who are you talking to?" Brendon looked next to him at his older brother. He was about to talk back before he looked back in my direction and noticed I was gone. I had made myself completely invisible.

"Um...nothing. Just thinking aloud." he said and I laughed. His brother slapped his shoulder and left.

"Sorry." I said and he looked back at me, not startled at all. "I'm not much of a people person." I tucked my dark hair behind my ear. "I like to hide a lot."

"That was quick." he said dubiously.

"I've had time to master the art." I smiled sheepishly but couldn't help to laugh inside my own head.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously, turning off his tablet.

"My name is Enara Jefferson. What's yours?"

"Brendon Chouring. Surely you've heard of me." he sounded upset.

"No. Just moved here from Canada. I don't know anyone here." I sounded sad.

"Then I'm going to give you some advice. Stay away from me." I heard a little bit of fear in his voice.

"How come? I don't see anything wrong with you." I nodded towards him. "Besides, I need someone to tell me where my next class. Where's your next class?" I asked.

"B68." He sounded displeased that I was still talking to him.

"That's where mine is! We can walk together." I breathed and quieted my voice letting my excitement decrease. "Of course...if you're okay with it that is..."

"Whatever." he stuffed his tablet into his backpack just as the bell rang.

Quietly, I followed him through a set of hallways, memorizing every turn and door as I walked by.

"This is it." He said and opened the door.

"Oh shoot! I forgot something in the office. Which way?" I asked and he pointed left. I smiled and started heading in that direction. Once he turned his back, I stopped and caused myself to become invisible to his eyes. When he turned back around to watch me leave, and didn't see me there, he seemed a tiny bit startled but then walked into his classroom and I followed.

"You're adorable." I said to him as he sat down. I had the strange urge to put his hair, but I wouldn't be able to physically touch him.

As the class went on, I noticed that he was glancing to the door every now and there as if waiting for me to return. When I didn't, he seemed very disappointed.

"Hey, why weren't you in class?" He asked when he saw me leaning against the wall buy the door.

 

"Are you genuinely concerned for me?" I asked and looked surprised. "You don't come off as someone who cares for anything."

"I don't care. I was just wondering. Can't I be curious?" He asked and started walking down the hallway.

"Sure...I guess." I said slowly as I followed him. "Where are you headed to next?"

"Upstairs. Is your next class upstairs?" He asked and I took out a blank piece of paper from my pocket, unfolded it, peeked at it, and put it away.

"Yes it is." I said. "Can I walk you to class?" I asked.

"Whatever." He stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets and shrugged. I smirked.

 

Chapter 2: Kill Yourself

After the school day, I followed him as he walked home. He had his music in his ears and it was loud. By the way the song screamed into his ears, I wasn't sure if he would hear me whisper into them, but I tried anyways.

"Hey." I said, and it worked. He stopped, took out his earphones and looked around.

As a demon, I had the choice to make my voice audible without making my body visible, which came in handy when driving people crazy.

"You should go kill yourself." I said. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice, but no one was there. Paranoid, he stuffed his earphones back into his ears.

"Brendon." I said and he took them out, finding me behind him.

"Was that you talking to me right now?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I cocked my head and he shook his.

"Never mind. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"My house is in the same direction." I nodded forward.

"For a second I thought you were stalking me." He said and he turned around and started walking.

"Me? A stalker?" I said innocently and shrugged, following him.

"It's cold outside. Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" He asked without looking back. That's when I noticed that the air he was breathing out was materializing.

"I grew up in this kind of weather. It doesn't get to me much." I said making sure I stayed behind him.

"Seven degree weather? It's going to snow today." When he looked over his shoulder, I closed my mouth and smiled awkwardly. I made myself shiver.

For a few minutes, we walked together quietly until we approached his house. It was actually pretty nice. Curved shingles, no bars on the window, a light brown finish and beige paint, and a nice mahogany door with a gold knocker. I looked up at it in shock.

"What's the matter? Never seen a house before?" He asked looking back at me. He was now wearing a thick black jacket with a black beanie and his hood on. Quickly I looked down.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I mumbled and started walking away with my shoulders up and my hands in the pockets of my pants. I heard his door open and close.

 

Mr. Satiene wanted me to get caught so he threw me into the middle of winter hoping that I would slip up and make a mistake. Well I did, but hopefully I hid it well enough. So I needed to go back into my realm and gather a few things.

"You're back already? Did you fail?"

I rolled my eyes and opened the door to my closet. "No Gabby. I'm just here to get a few things." When I walked into the room, I threw the light on revealing basically an empty bedroom with wooden walls.

"Well don't make a mess. I just cleaned up in there after your last dress up session." She sounded annoyed so I snickered. It was my job to make her life a living hell (pun intended) as my house maid.

Believe it or not, there are houses in hell, cities even, full of sinners who love to party, or work, or laze around all day. Technically, the whole 'Satan will physically torture you in hell' thing is a myth. Mr. Satiene runs the place and occasionally he will slap around a few people, but other than that, everyone is pretty much left alone.

As for myself, I was the only Demon of Suicide. I was the only one who can handle the job because the other people in hell are either lazy or are pussies. I, on the other hand, had the mental strength to handle it while keeping my sanity. Or not.

Mr. Satiene was afraid because he thought I would replace him. There is no one more heartless than Mr. Satiene, but I was proving that to be wrong. That is why he was always so hard on me with my job assignments.

I went to the middle of the room and found the small circular table with a built-tablet. From there, I pressed a button that said 'seasons' which took me to four different squares. After that I pressed the season 'winter' which took me to three other squares. They were: 'zero degrees and under', 'zero to thirty degrees', and 'thirty degrees to sixty degrees'. I clicked the second one which gave me a list of clothes. Jackets, gloves, hats, scarves, shoes, pants, and so on. I clicked most of them and watched as hidden drawers on the walls started to slide out to reveal two shelves of neatly folded clothes.

I rushed over to one drawer and took out a smart phone looking object and turned it on. From there, I snatched a blue water proof jacket and touched a bit of the material to the screen of the phone. It quickly melted into the screen and disappeared, reappearing as an item in the list of clothing I had on the device. From there, I started sticking other pieces of clothing I needed into the device. This would help me to fit in more and be found less suspicious. 

There were other cool technologies in hell. Actually, we were more technologically advanced than heaven because they liked living up there in the old days where it was less 'complicated' and 'distracting'. And there was also something about technology being evil but whatever.

After I finished stuffing the phone full of winter clothes, I left the room with the drawers wide open, and headed into the bathroom where I peered at myself in the mirror. My bright blue eyes were the color of ice and my hair was the color of coal. I didn't really think much of my looks. I was neither ugly nor beautiful. I just was.

I peered at the smart phone and clicked on the blue water proof jacket. As quick as I clicked it, it was now on my body. Though I couldn't feel temperature, I could feel the sudden pressure and weight of it as it appeared on my body. This should do the trick, I thought and exited the bathroom.

I walked over to another door and opened it. It led to a king sized bed full of pillows and stuffed animals with dark pattered covers. The walls of the room were a dark red, the color of blood. A night stand stood next to my bed with a lamp that had a blue wavy base and seemed out of place in the whole room. There was a coffee table by the wall on the opposite side of the bed that held a very delicate and intricate tea set I occasionally used. On a different wall, there was a closet with sliding doors that were mirrors. Inside it were shelves and shelves of eyeballs that I had collected from all of my victims.

I took out the folder on Brendon and jumped onto my bed causing a stuffed green elephant and pink rabbit to bounce off the bed. I lied down onto my stomach and flipped open the folder finding the small portrait of him. Slowly, I stroked the face of the picture and looked at the eyes.

"You will be mine."

I smiled.

Chapter 3: Blending In

I looked up at the school and watched as students passed by and through me to get to their own personal hell on earth. I sighed and trudged inside in my large blue coat, pants, and boots. My black hair was cropped by a bright red beanie and my hands were covered in green gloves. I also had a newly added backpack to make me look more student-ish.

"Do you have trouble matching your clothes?" I gasped and turned around finding Brendon standing more on his left hip with his hand in his pant pocket. He had stripped his extra coat, his hat, and his gloves.

"Good morning to you too." I said and tore off the beanie, looking at the hat then the gloves. I then ripped the gloves off and stuffed them inside the beanie.

Brendon walked past me so I followed him, but this time, I made myself invisible to him as well.

"You'll be better off dead." I whispered into his ear causing him to look back, not as startled as last time.

"Yo bro!" Brendon's brother sped walked over to him and they shared a fist bump. His older brother had shaggy blonde hair, was ten times tanner than Brendon, and had emerald eyes. They looked nothing like brothers except maybe the shape of the face, the mouth, and nose were similar.

"You comin' on the raid tonight?" He asked kind of quietly.

"Which one?" He asked meticulously.

"The one at Bangerz man. We're going to blow it up!" The brother strummed an air guitar and twisted his face vigorously.

"Dude, you want to rob a gun shop? Run by gunnies?" He whispered pulling his brother in by the collar of his jacket.

"What's the matter? Are you scared you'll get shot?" He slapped his brother in the chest playfully and then grabbed his jaw and pulled him dangerously close to his face. "You better be there at nine tonight you piece of shit." After Brendon rolled his eyes, his brother pushed his face away and ran up to catch his friends.

I tapped him on the shoulder, he didn't turn around.

"What do you want?" He sounded frustrated.

"I was wondering if you were free after school today." I said and he turned around.

"I am. Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"Because I want to sneak up on you and slit your throat." I rolled my eyes. "What do you think stupid?"

"You want to hang out? But we just met." He seemed dubious.

"Exactly. I want to get to know you more. Coffee? It'll be good in this weather." I wiggled my eyebrows which made him blink at me like I had grown two heads.

"Why would you want to get to know me more? People are killing themselves just to get away from me. You really are from out of town." He crossed his arms and looked me over. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably.

"So?" I asked hoping he wouldn't say no.

"Fine, I'll play your silly little game. Crandle's. Four o' clock." he nodded and I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. He just turned around and left.

When I found Crandle's, I walked inside making myself visible to everyone and slipped off my hat finding Brendon at the pick up line. When I got in line to order, we shared gazes and I smiled and waved a little at him. He nodded at me and took his coffee.

"Yeah, I'll just have a coffee, straight black. Thanks." I said and the lady at the register nodded and typed it into a machine.

"Name?"

"Enara."

"Alright. It'll be right up. Until then, that's three seventy." She said and I rushed into my pockets. I fished out a five dollar bill and threw it onto the counter. She pressed more buttons onto the machine and took out the change she owed from the register. After the change was dropped into my hand, I quickly stuffed it into my pocket and moved to the other line. Luckily, Brendon chose a close seat, because I couldn't hold onto my coffee for long.

The green gloves I was wearing, gave me a few seconds to touch earthly objects each time to help me blend in. If I held onto my coffee for too long, the shield on the gloves would wear out and I would drop it.

When I sat down (or just bent my legs to make it seem like I was sitting down because I can't touch earthly objects), Brendon was playing a game on his tablet to occupy himself as he waited for me to get my coffee.

"You're two minutes late." He stated plainly and picked up his coffee to drink. He blew into the small hole for a few seconds before he took a sip.

"I'm sorry your majesty. I'll be better next time." I said and folded my arms on the table. Brendon looked up at me and snorted.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" He asked and looked back down at his tablet. I was surprised. He was actually making conversation instead of stopping it.

"I got kicked out." I said simply, and for the first time, Brendon smiled.

"You're shitting me. You? Kicked out of Canada?" He laughed.

"After I got kicked out of four school districts, I was pretty much banned from the country. I was arrested three times and was bailed out twice." I explained and when Brendon saw no smile on my face, he dropped his too.

"Man, what did you do?" He asked curiously and then I smiled.

"It's for me to know and for you to never find out." My smile turned into a grin and he shook his head rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"What did you say your name was again?" He asked.

"Enara Jefferson." I stated and went to pick up my coffee. When I did, I blew into the top and went to drink it.

"My name isn't actually Brendon. I changed it for...reasons." He looked off to the side as to avoid eye contact but then locked gazes with me again. "Its Nathaniel."

At that moment, my gloves ran out of time and the coffee slipped through my hands and onto my lap.

"Shit!" I shouted and moved away from the chair so no one would see the coffee go through my legs. "I...I need to go wash up." I said and rushed to the bathroom trying to look embarrassed. By the time I had reached by the bathroom door, I had already cloaked my body and walked through the door. I started pacing back and forth on the tile hoping he didn't catch that little slip up. If he did, the whole operation was compromised and I would lose my position as a Suicide Demon. The only one. I was special. I deserved it. I didn't want to be shamed.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you done yet?" It was Brendon. Or Nathaniel.

"U-um...yeah...hang on." I stuttered starting to panic. I somehow needed to get water on my pants to make it look like I had cleaned them, but if I got my gloves wet, they would stop working. "Um..." I gritted my teeth and started walking around the bathroom trying to think.

"Ah!" I had an epiphany and took off my blue jacket. Quickly I wrapped it around my waist and exited the bathroom in a hurry. I met Nathaniel in the hallway.

"I hope you didn't burn yourself too badly." He said and I followed him out of the hallway.

"What's that? Are you worried about me?" I lightly teased.

"I didn't say that." His expression became serious. I just shrugged and walked back to my seat. By then the coffee was already cleaned up. We sat back down.

"So why do people avoid you?" I asked inconspicuously.

"Rumors." he mumbled.

"How much of them are true?" I asked. He glanced at me before he picked up his coffee.

"A few of them." he quietly sipped his coffee. I sat back in my chair and smirked. "But the ones that aren't true are the ones where I murdered people." He nodded once making sure I acknowledged that fact.

"But you were involved in one?" I asked and he looked to the right.

"I was there when it happened. A witness. Nothing more." he seemed uncomfortable.

"Okay. Subject change. Have any siblings?" I asked.

"I have a a brother. He was held back four times so he's still in high school. Same grade as us. You?" he took another sip of his coffee and briefly glanced at me.

"Nope. It's just me." I quipped, smiling. "Favorite color?"

"Red."

"Ooh me too. I painted the walls of my room red. Looks pretty cool actually." I nodded.

"You're weird." he stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"Well first, you were shy around me, then you grow the balls to ask me out, and then there's this creepy tone to your voice. It's like you can't decide how to act around me. Who are you Enara Jefferson." he leaned in and looked at me questionably. I leaned back and stared at him.

Who was I?

I didn't know.

I smiled uncomfortably. "Just some Canadian girl." He shook his head.

"No. You're not. I can see through lies. That's your name, yes. But you're not from Canada. You didn't get kicked out. You're hiding something." He nodded and leaned back, this time, with a smirk.

"You got me." I held my hands up in surrender trying to play it off. "I'm not from Canada."

"Then-" Before he could finish his question, an alarm on his phone went off. When he took it out, he stood up. "Sorry, I have to go. I have to get ready for something. Ill find out though. Who you really are." Then he did something I never thought he would do. He winked at me, grabbed his jacket, and left.

Chapter 4: In Trouble

The shop, Bangerz, had tons of glass cases with nice and shiny looking guns, knives, and swords. More guns and other weapons were hung onto the wall behind the glass cases. I stuck my hands into my pockets, threw on my hood, and walked around. To make it look like I was a customer, I hung around a glass case for a few minutes ogling over a pair of rainbow ninja stars.

"You looking for something in particular?" an employee asked. I looked up at her.

"No. I was just looking at these stars. Are these the only shape designs you have?" I asked.

"I have some more in the back. Would you like me to bring them out?" she asked.

"Yes that would be awesome." I smiled and she left.

On the dot, a small group of people, maybe around four or five, walked in. Their faces were covered by skeleton face masks and the leader of the group was Nathaniel's brother. He held his AK-47 into the air and shot a few rounds. Everyone dropped to the ground, screaming, except me.

"Everyone down. We are now in charge." He shouted and signaled some members of the group to go behind the glass cases and search for the employees in the back. The one who stayed with him was Nathaniel. I recognized him by the way he stood and the expression in his eyes. He was completely annoyed by his brother's actions.

"Why aren't you on the floor?" his brother yelled and walked over to me, pointing the gun in my face that he couldn't see because it was guarded by my hood. I lifted my head a little bit so he could see the smile on my face.

Not one second later, an employee came out of the back dragging two of the skeleton mask members. He was a big burly man who looked like he could squash a whole group of people in seconds.

"Are these your stupid little men?" he asked in a thick Russian accent, dropped them, and slid out a pistol from his waist holster. He pointed it at the two boys. But the man's voice sounded familiar so I turned around to face him.

"YOU!" he screamed at me and switched targets. I started laughing.

"So this is where your decided to hide! How cute!" I laughed again but he didn't find it funny.

"Luckily I have friends." it was his turn to laugh. From the back doors came other people, including the woman I was just talking to earlier. They all wielded guns.

Startled, I stepped back. I heard all the other humans scatter out of the front doors shouting.

The man's name was Rupert Chevit. He was a Daemon. Similar to a Demon but belonging to the upstairs region. They serve as protectors to the general population. When I had accidentally caused that earthquake that one time, I had him demoted because he failed to protect that area of people. We haven't been on good terms since.

"I will not fail this time." he laughed and everyone cocked their guns. I heard the two brothers behind me step back and load their weapons.

"Don't even think about it." I snapped to the boys but didn't take my eyes of of the group of Daemons.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Nathaniel's brother snapped at me and started firing his weapon. The group of Daemons did nothing except stand there and let the bullets seep through them and hit the wall. Once he realized what happened, the overgrown boy squealed and ran backwards shouting curse words at the non-human anomaly.

"Do you know what this is?" Rupert asked as he held up a brown shiny looking bullet. When I didn't answer, he did. "It's Painite. One of rarest gems in world, and the only one that can penetrate through dimension filter and into Demon's skin." He grinned wildly as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"You wouldn't." I sneered and stepped back watching him load it into his gun.

"You are most popular known Demon in both realms. You have caused over 300 unnecessary deaths. Oh. I think I would." Rupert rose his gun and squinted one eye to aim.

Quickly, I jumped to the side trying to find a shadow by anything, but I was surrounded by glass cases in a brightly lit room. There were no shadows to be seen.

"We aren't supposed to kill each other's kind." I said while plastered to a wall.

"It wouldn't be much of loss." He said and around him, the Daemons started shooting and I jumped to Nathaniel who was still stupidly standing in the middle of the room to throw him out of the way. While he was falling to the floor, a bullet clipped my shoulder through my jacket causing me to stagger back, surprised. I was only able to push him down because of the gloves.

What was this strange sensation? The burning, like fire in my shoulder. Was this the famous pain sensation? Was I truly experiencing pain for the first time in my afterlife? One of the sensations I didn't remember from when I was alive? It felt amazing. The burning was taking over my whole body. It was filling me up with something that I have always wanted to feel and now I had it. It was mine. Pain? More like pleasure.

I smiled when I saw Rupert falter. The shooting ceased.

"Y-you are supposed to be dust now!" He shouted.

"You're right." I started to peel my jacket off to see the extent of the damage. "It wasn't much of a loss." When my jacket came off, so did my hood, so Nathaniel probably could see who I was but hopefully he didn't recognize the back of my head.

I looked over at my shoulder and saw that a chunk of skin had been blown off and the bone was exposed. My blood, the color of shadow, was oozing out of the wound and running down my pale arm. It felt warm, something I also hadn't experienced personally until that moment.

I laughed and stuck my fingers into the wound to give myself more pain, but then I felt something inside of it. It wasn't bone. It was metal. Carefully, I pulled at it, feeling it slip peacefully out of the hole in my shoulder as a light emitted from it. I could hear Rupert shout something to his comrades, but I was too engulfed in the moment to listen or care.

Soon, I was holding one of the most beautiful scythes I had ever seen. And it had come out of me! The pole was a divine gold color with black diamonds running down it in a vertical line. The blade itself was the color of a demon's blood with silver designs encrusted into the two sides of the blade which was so large that it could almost curl all the way around my body, but it was as light as a feather.

I looked up at Rupert and grinned. A delicious look of fear was scribbled onto his face and the other Daemon's faces.

"I can play dirty too." I said and took one step forward. The Daemon group made a run for it through the back door, but Rupert was as frozen as an ice sculpture.

With one swipe, that sounded like the cutting of paper with scissors, Rupert's head fell to the floor causing his neck to spout the most satisfying silver blood all over the floor and glass cases before his body fell backwards against the wall.

I wanted more.

I wanted more pain, murder, blood, and fear. I wanted to see it, feel it, experience it. More, more, more. I had to have more. The heat of the lust I was feeling for all these things was driving me crazy. I had to scratch the itch.

I realized I was breathing hard from the exhilaration, and I didn't have to breathe. My hands gripped the scythe hard and I stepped forward to catch up to the Daemon's.

I needed more death. More pain. More and more and more.

"Enara!"

I froze in my tracks. That voice... it sounded so familiar...so...warm...

"Enara!" I turn around to find a small girl, around four or five, running up to me with a smile. She has her arms open wide and I kneel down to catch her. Quickly, she runs into my arms and hugs me tight as hard as her little body could. After she has hugged me as hard as she could, she scoots back and smiles at me. "I missed you Sissy." She says and I kiss her on the cheek.

"I missed you too. How did you sleep these past few days?" I ask and she frowns.

"Mommy has been acting weird since you left on your trip. She keeps screaming and throwing things. She broke my pretty princess lamp. The one that made pictures on the ceiling. How can I sleep now?" She asks as she tears up. I pause frowning. She has gotten worse.

"You know what?" I say. "I'm getting ready for a new trip in a couple of days. Do you want to come?" I ask and I see the light blow up in her pretty little blue eyes. She nods ferociously. "Okay, but it's a secret trip, so you can't tell Mommy. Okay?" She nods again and I hug her. "I'll take you somewhere better than here. I promise." A tear slips down my face.

I fell to the floor, the scythe dropped and separated into a million invisible atoms. My fingers ran through my hair and clutched my scalp as an inescapable pain rung through my head. It wasn't the pleasurable kind of pain. It was the kind that made you sick to your stomach.

I could feel so many things that were crammed inside my head, but weren't resurfacing. I remembered something from my past, but no more would come. The more I tried to remember, the more it hurt, the more I felt like vomiting.

What was her name...

"Enara..."

He was right next to me now, but I scooted away from him. I curled into a pathetic little ball and made my body invisible. He had never said my name before then. It made it feel strangely familiar.

"Enara, I know you're still there." His voice was quiet, soft. But I didn't talk. I didn't answer.

"I knew from the very beginning that you weren't ordinary. That's why I didn't push you away. You intrigued me. I knew there was something more to you, but I couldn't put my finger on it, but now I know. It should have been obvious to me earlier. But I want to know why you decided to choose me to talk to."

"You...wouldn't like the answer." It was then that I realized that I was crying. Hard. Me. The big bad wolf who got people to kill themselves. Crying. I was so pathetic. I didn't even know why I was crying.

Suddenly, I felt something touch my arm and I jumped. I looked up right into Nathaniel's eyes who was staring into my own. He could see me. Touch me.

I must have looked so pathetic. Tears streaming down my face, red eyes, snot running down my nose.

"How...how are you doing that?" I asked and he retracted his hand. I didn't wait for him to answer. I turned my head away. I was ugly. On the inside and out. And I was a failure.

"We have to go. If the cops find us we'll be in trouble." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Together we ran trough the back door and exited out of the back entrance. I had no idea where I was going. I wasn't paying attention. All I could think about was the little girl. How could I forget about my own little sister?

I had to remember

Chapter 5: Sleep

"Enara?"

I lifted my head. I was sitting on a plush red couch in a house that was nicely furnished. It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. Nathaniel knelt in front of me. There was something so human in his eyes and I could feel it. I felt it.

"We need to clean out your wound." he said and stood up to get the materials. When he mentioned it, I looked over to my shoulder and realized it didn't hurt anymore and the bleeding had stopped.

"You're so pathetic." I looked up to see Mr. Satiene leaning against a wall in the hallway in front of me. "Letting your victim take care of you. Who do you think you are? Royalty? No that's me." He squinted at me.

"Why could he touch me?" I asked quietly, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"You remembered a human memory. An important one that let you feel human emotions. You experienced human pain as well even though that Painite bullet was supposed to vaporize you." His voice was getting angrier and angrier. "Oh you've done it now. You've gone and made me mad. Before you just ticked me off but then you fail your assignment, and then you go and regain your human consciousness. You put me off from the very beginning and now I know...WHY!" He rose his voice and took a deep breath before shouting; "HADES!" In a flash, a sword materialized in his hands. A long silver blade with a gold fuller attached to a blood red hilt twinkled in the room light like diamonds.

He lifted it above his head and smiled like a maniac. I wondered then if I looked like that when I killed my victims.

He pulled down on the sword. I didn't flinch or even blinked. I looked right at the sword and said one word, or rather a name.

"Lucifer."

Before my very eyes, the Scythe that I had pulled out of my own body just moments before was now hovering just above my face. The sword connected to the pole of the blade but the scythe didn't budge. It actually looked like Mr. Satiene was having trouble trying to force the weight of the sword onto my scythe.

I grabbed the long handle with both hands, and with little effort, pushed him away from me like he was a bag of trash. After that, he showed no effort to fight again.

"Impossible!" He screamed like a child throwing a tantrum. "How in Hell did you get that?" He violently pointed to my weapon that happened to be half the size of the room we were in itself.

"Mr. Satiene." A loud booming voice as dark as the night echoed around the room. "On the last new moon of the next Earth year, you will be replaced and retired as the ruler of Hell as well as a Fallen Shadow. If you do not politely step down by that time, your non-existence will be erased. Your reign has ended. A new one will begin." The voice stopped and I watched as the anger in Mr. Satiene's face turned to sheer embarrassment.

He screamed in frustration and disappeared in a flurry of shadow. I quietly sat back down on the couch and let the scythe disappear. Everything was happening so fast that I didn't know how to react. So I didn't react at all.

Nathaniel walked into the room from the hallway carrying a First-Aid kit. He knelt in front of me and began to open the box. We did not exchange words or expressions in that time that felt like centuries.

When he took out a cotton pad, his shaky hand made its way to the wound. He had concentration on his face. Like if he somehow made the wrong move, that I would kill him.

"You're afraid of me." I stated quietly. He shook his head softly.

"No. I'm afraid for you." This made me glance at him to see if he was bluffing.

"Nonsense. No one is afraid for me. I'm not even afraid for myself." I looked away.

"Exactly. That's why I'm worried for you." In the next second, he pulled something out of the small gash in my skin. It was a shard of Painite. "What is this?" He asked and held it up for me to see.

"Painite. The only way to kill my kind. Also a shard is probably worth a couple thousand dollars. You might want to keep that." I suggested and he shrugged, continuing to clean the wound.

"Right. You're a Demon of Hell. Here to kill me I'm guessing?" He didn't sound disappointed or angry, only like it was obvious.

"Not anymore." I sighed. "Now that I'm a physical being in your world, it will be very difficult to return to my dimension." I looked at my feet.

"Why would you want to go back there anyways? It's Hell." He reminded.

"Ah, well. It's not so bad. I was considered there what you would call a billionaire here. I pretty much owned my own penthouse." I stopped, noticing I was using past pronouns. From next to me, Nathaniel pulled out another shard of Painite except it was smaller than the first. Slowly the wound began to close on its own causing Nathaniel to scoot back and put away the First-Aid kit.

Suddenly, my eyes started hurting and my body didn't feel so great anymore. I rubbed my face.

"You're suddenly acting so differently around me now." I noted and he nodded. "You're not shielding your emotions anymore. You're expressive and weird."

"I have one personality for stranger and another for..." he paused as if trying to figure out what I was.

"A Demon of Hell?" he chuckled at my comment and I smiled. Somehow since he found it funny, I did too. A splitting headache started pounding in my head.

He saw me cringe. "In pain still?"

"So many weird human emotions. I don't know how to..."

"Deal?"

"Yeah."

"Want to go to sleep?" he asked.

"I need to go." I stood up too fast feeling my head become weird as if there were air in it. My body wobbled for a second before everything came clear again.

"Where are you going to go? You can't go to your dimension and you don't know anyone else in this world except me. I think it's in your best interest if you stay." He stated and I started walking over to where I thought his front door was.

"I can't...stay. You wouldn't...understand." As I walked, I could feel my body become heavier and heavier. The muscles I was using started to burn until I could hardly keep myself up. I sank to my knees and breathed heavily.

"After that whole incident at Bangerz, I'm pretty sure you made yourself an obvious target and also you're vulnerable. You need to stay here and sleep." He demanded.

"Sleep? Is that another human thing?" I squinted my eyes in disgust.

"Yes and you need it." He started to grab me by the shoulders to pick me up and move me.

"Wait! Is that the one thing where you're like dead, but not really?" I squinted at nothing again.

"Uh...yes? Now get back on the couch. You're acting like you've drank like ten tequilas." He said and started moving.

"What in Hell is tequila?" I sighed in frustration.

I was given all these new human emotions, the one's I guess I used to have, and now they were overflowing inside of me. I couldn't control it well.

"Why don't you know anything about this world even though you visit it?" He asked and tossed me back onto the couch. I fell like a brick.

"Because, I don't usually stay for normal conversations like I did this time. You were different, therefore, I had to approach the situation differently." My neck was draped over the back of the couch and I was staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I screamed.

"What is your problem?" He asked from a different room.

"My mind isn't quiet anymore!" I shouted and my fist came down on the couch cushion. Not used to physical touch on Earth, I quietly cooed. "Ooh that's soft." I said and tilted my head upwards so I could use both of my hands to feel up the couch. "What kind of sorcery is this?" I asked and Nathaniel walked in.

"It's called cashmere, and I will let you feel the satin drapes tomorrow." He tossed a small pillow onto the end of the couch and a blanket onto me. It was softer than the couch.

"Why do I need this stuff?" I asked.

"You're going to sleep." He stated. "Lie down." He pushed my left shoulder causing me to fall over onto the couch. When my face hit the pillow, I lifted my head in surprised. It wasn't as soft as the couch. I was disappointed.

"How do you do it?" I asked as he draped the blanket over me. Suddenly I felt a weird body sensation and freaked out. I sat up and threw it off. "Why does it feel like that?" I asked.

"It's heat. The blanket is used for warmth, not comfort. Being warm will also help you sleep." As he threw the blanket onto me again, I squinted dubiously and lied down. Suddenly, I felt an extreme weight in my chest. Like something had grown quickly inside of it, giving me no room to breathe.

"I'm so...pathetic." I whispered. "Here I am, struggling to be a human when I belong in Hell. I'm a merciless demon who kills the ones who shouldn't be alive. I'm scary, hands drenched in the blood of filthy humans and yet now I'm in the comfort of one's home. Why aren't you mad at me? Or trying to find a way to end my non-existence?" I asked, my cheek squished into the pillow.

"You don't pose a threat to me anymore being practically a newborn child. So I don't worry about it anymore." He shrugged.

"Why won't you throw me out to be someone else's problem?" I asked.

"Because I understand your problem. No one else will help you. And besides, I've had experience in dealing with bipolar people. Now close your eyes." He said and I did.

"Why is this happening to me?" I whispered.

"Everything happens for a reason." He told me, and then I did something that I thought I'd never do. I experienced sleep.

Every sound, every feeling was shut out and I was just blank. It was nice. It was soothing.

It was sleep.