Drugs For Demons

"I hate you dad!" I yelled at him for the millionth time.

I was in the fires of hell, surrounded by my fellow demons.

Yeah that's right.

I'm in hell.

It's my home. I was born here in the fiery pits.

Born of Lucifer's wrath.

Yep.

My dad is what the mundane's call Satan.

It has its disadvantages and advantages. Mostly just means that I am immortal.

I was born as a demon of lust and power. I was given dark, luminecent hair, dark eyes that glowed red, and a body like no other.

All the demon boys always want to seem to get with me, but they aren't what I want. I don't want anyone at all. I don't want to be some fellow demon's bitch demon.

Plus, I'm a higher order demon because of Lucifer being my dad, so I'm supposed to lure the angels of heaven to convert and then betray them. I'm not supposed to know what love is.

I was curious though.

But my heart was ice cold, no matter how hot it got down here in hell.

I had lured a few mundanes before, but once I betrayed them, they would always tell me to "go to hell."

My answer was always "I'm already here."

My dad never showed me any kind of affection, and I didn't know whether to resent him for it or not. My mind was so confused on my emotions.

If I honestly had any.

Well, besides hate.

I knew what hate was, and I wanted to know what it meant to be happy, sad, and in love, exstatic, and euphoric.

I didn't know what to do about it though, all I could do was hate.

I would always be like "I hate you, I hate you, I definetly hate you, and I hate life."

It was just a never ending cycle of hate, but it was my daily routine.

See a demon running amuck. "I hate you."

Demon coming after me. "I hate you."

Demon lusting after me. "I hate you most definetly."

Father ignoring me.

"I hate you infinetly."

I needed to find something new, to feel something else.

And then I was sent back into the mundane world.