Demon Mother

Chapter 3

I looked around the building Ramiel said he owned, the brick walls had random things hanging all about. Some black and white, while the other had these very bright colors that seemed to hurt my eyes the more I looked at them. In the corner farthest away from me, there was a tall weirdly shaped thing lighting up in different colors and sound was coming from it as moving pictures danced around on it. The seats that were crowned held all different types of people; some were bigger than most and others looked as a good gust of wind would send them away. Different colors of hair sat on the heads of those who had enough hair to actually see color on them. The place had all different types of smells that truly made me question why Ramiel would own a place like this. It remained me of our home far too much, my own lungs felt like they were suffocating.

I began to cough and Ramiel tilted his head from behind the room divider as I continued to cough, "Mother are you alright? You shouldn't be coughing." He asked concerned as he slid something in front of me that looked as if it was holding a liquid inside. I raised an eyebrow at the object continuing to cough.

"It's a glass mother, with water. Drink it, it should help the coughing subside." He smiled warmly as he watched me reach for the thing he called a glass. I raised it to my lips and took a sip, feeling the cool water touch my lips I drank it quickly not realizing how thirsty I truly felt.

In hell, we did not have mundane needs such as feeding and drinking, if it was done it was merely to torment the souls. We did not need sleep or anything but some of us still managed to sleep, at least for a little while to block out the screaming that could be heard in the tower from each of the circles. No matter the amount of time spent in hell, the screams and torment were one thing I would never grow used to. Lucifer tried for many years, in the beginning, to help me through the pain it would bring me hearing the soul's cries day after day; however he soon gave up when I was not able to turn my pain off.

"Mother!" Ramiel called as he waved his hand in front of my face causing me to focus back on him. I blinked my eyes a few times realizing that I had broken the glass in my hand and it was bleeding onto the room divider.

"Hells gate!" He whispered as he grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped it around my hand and applied pressure to my wound. "How are you bleeding? You should not be able to bleed mother." He spoke with his voice filled with concern. 

I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at my hand wrapped in the cloth that was now being covered with my blood. "I'm not quite sure Ramiel. I was human the last time I was here, I'm guessing I have just re-emerged as a human, I have none of my powers. Besides being able to spot my children up close, I cannot do even the simplest firepower." I continued to watch my hand bleed but Ramiel took my hand and pulled me towards a passageway in the room barrier. He dragged me through a door to another room and sat me down in a chair that moved when I sat.

I grabbed onto the chair concerned as I continued to turn around in a circle but Ramiel grabbed hold of the chair stopping it from moving. I smiled up at my oldest son, thankful to have such a helpful child here with me. "Mother, what year do you think it is?" He asked as he moved away from me grabbing a small box and walking over sitting on top of a piece of furniture that looked to resemble a desk that Lucifer had in his champers, but this thing Ramiel sat on did not consist of skulls or hellfire. It looked to be made of wood or some type of material I was no longer familiar with.

"Your sisters spoke of a year, 1752 maybe? I'm not quite sure exactly. Why what year is it?" I asked as he took out things from the box and set it down next to him. He chuckled to him as he moved closer to me and kneeled down in front of me.

"Mother it is 2019. It has been a long time since any of my sisters have walked among the mortals. You have much to learn if you are going to go looking for my brother." He smiled as he removed the cloth from my hand. He poured a clear liquid onto my hand causing the cut to sting the moment it touched my cut.