The Children of Death:Book Three, Lilith's Request

Octavia

    I frantically looked around, I believed Mahaha's traveled in packs of three... so this would be the most in the group. Still, how was I gonna save my fellow demi-demons? I was weak. I was weaponless. The laughter of demon children and Mahaha's filled the air. I looked around, grabbing a battle axe off the museum wall.
"EAT HISTORY, FACE-ACHE!"I slashed a Mahaha in half, it disolved into dust. Valentina, Daughter of Asmodeus lie on the floor, panting. I ran over to the next Mahaha, it pounced on me, but I cut its head off. The head let out a last laugh before turning to ash. I ran to the next Mahaha, slashing at it until it too turned to dust. I had one Mahaha left. The one that was basically killing the Erik kid. I gripped onto my axe, I stabbed it in the heart. It dissolved.

  Erik panted, staring at his feathered body. I don't know how I just remembered... but our father's were brothers. He was basically my cousin. And I, too, grew feathers sometimes.
"Is... this... normal?"Erik panted. "Yeah. My dad's a bird too."I sat down next to him, his breathing started to steady, and his feathers dissapearred.
"This is so confusing..."He buried his face in his hands. I looked around the museum, Aella was reading a book, Valentina was eating a snack. I guessed we were already taking a break. I pat Erik's back, being affectionate was hard. I haven't done it since...it happened.

"Yeah."I said, putting my hands back into my pockets. The battle axe next to me was covered in Mahaha ash. I usually wasn't affectionate to people... but Erik was like a little brother to me, I was about a year older than him... well... technically a year older than him.

   Erik sniffled. "Oh- Sorry- did I do something wrong?!"I asked.
"No, This is just overwhelming..."He mumbled, I nodded. "You'll remember when we finish the quest."I told him, taking a sip from my water bottle. I looked over at Erik. I could understand him. I was also once thrown into a world that I couldn't make sense of. That I knew I didn't quite belong in.

   I started to realize how tired I was, and soon, I drifted off. Dang, Killing takes a lot of energy.

    I dreampt of the 1960s. Which isn't unsual for me. Since, I was born in the 60s. Sure, I look sixteen... but I'm not. You see, my father stopped having kid's awhile back, in the early 2000s. It was a bet he lost with Asmodeus. But my father still wanted heritage, so he plucked me out of Hell and brought me back into the mortal world. And now... I was going back for this dumb quest.

The scene shifted.

   As I entered the pits of Hell, my fellow quest-members followed. But right when I entered... I started to fade. Would Hell... really turn me back into a lost soul if I went back? I screamed and shouted, but the lower half of my face turned to dust. My quest-mates watched in horror as I completely evaporated into the ash of hell.

"Wake up!"Aella said.

  I woke up.