Immediately Bella reached down to her feet to take off one slipper. She threw the slipper at the figure. The slipper missed the coffee cup and it hits him on the shoulder, but he doesn't say anything.
Bella reached down again and threw the other slipper at him.
"I can feel pain you know!" He blurted.
"And I just had to make sure you're real, you know. Alright, Grim Reaper looking hot man, what are you doing here?"
"Please," he said, as he gestured at the coffee he'd set down in front of her. "Let's have a drink before I explain, shall we?"
Reluctantly, Bella sat on the stool. She took a sip of the coffee but never took her eyes off the figure. He, too, took a sip of the coffee.
"What is this? Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Welcome to your personal hell loop. My name is Azreal, Angel of Death, Sikhism, Lucifer's sibling, Charon. I go by many names and you'd really wished you hadn't asked that question."
From behind the ragged clothing, Bella could see what she makes to be a smirk.
"WHAT'S THE REASON!?" Bella demands.
"You'll know soon." The figure waves his arm and he disappears. The air temperature in the room seemed to have dropped significantly. The hairs on Bella's arm stood up.
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Bella Owens' Hell
Short StoryBella Owens woke up to the sweet aroma of coffee, but she lives alone. She makes her way to the kitchen and finds a figure in rags. "Don't freak out," the figure says...
