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

Erik

    God, I mean- Devil- er- Satan or whatever. I dunno. I can't remember the cussing system. I think anger was Satan. Anyways, why is my memory so hazy? It's like I have short term memory-loss or something. I forgot my name earlier when Aella asked me. Am I losing my mind? Probably. I probably was- the murming in my ears... it was getting worse.

  Suddenly, BAM! Our train car was covered in flames, that didn't hurt any of us. The mortals were either asleep, or not paying attention. Soon, a tall sort of buff woman walked in. With long ginger hair, camo pants, a black tank top, and black boots with spikes.
"Oh Lilith. It's her."Aella murmured.
"Who?"I asked, the woman's aura was familiar... I couldn't put my finger on it. Like when you know a songs beat, but not the lyrics.

"You got me outta your head! But I can still attack you with brute force!"The woman cracked her knuckles, her voice sent a chill down my spine. I froze up.

   The woman snapped her fingers, and only I appeared in a fighting arena. None of my powerful friends to help me. I stood there, dumbfounded. Why was I so scared? Where was a clever comeback when I needed it? The woman stood at the other side of the arena, a sword in her hands. Wait... was that... my sword? I couldn't remember.
"Yes, this is your sword, Erik Athene! Your gonna be killed with your own blade, like the curse states. It will kill every one of it's owners!"The woman grinned.

"Why did I pick that sword?!"I wondered.
"Ready for your battle with Satan?! That's ME! Pick your weapon!"Satan snapped, and a few weapons dropped in front of me. Let's see... a pool noodle, one of those stuffed Horse-heads on a stick, a... plastic sword, and a rubber chicken. Well. I guessed I was going with the horse head.

   I picked it up, and the other weapons disappeared. Satan charged at me with my own sword, slashing at my arm. I just barely rolled out of the way. I stood up, Satan seemed angrier, she stabbed into my right leg. I groaned in pain, blood gushing out of the open wound. I took my stick, bashing her over the head.

"OH YOUR ON!"She roared, I limped away. Satan ran towards me, slashing at my arms, which I surprisingly blocked with my stick. Satan gave me the "I'm about to KILL YOU"face. The one someone's mom would give them when they talked back.

   Satan took my stick out of my hands, jabbing me in the gut. I gasped for air.
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!"I yelled, trying to limp away.
"YOU EMBARASSED ME IN THE LAST ARENA! I STILL HAVE A SCAR ON MY LEG!"Satan knocked me to the ground. My vision blurred... I didn't even remember doing that...

   "Eh, I've had enough fun...I'll let you suffer. though. Nighty nighty."Satan squatted down, closing my eyelids before kicking me in my jaw. Why... was life so difficult?

    I woke up. Still in the gladiator arena. That... didn't seem good.