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

Erik

  I stood up, my stabbed leg was bandaged, but the bandages were drenched with blood. Was Satan generous enough to bandage me..? Probably not. I limped as I walked, but I soon made my way to exit the arena. My jaw was sore and bleeding. I stared off into the distance, an endless desert surronded me. I took off my jacket, realizing how hot it was; Maybe I could use it as a new bandage.

  I took off my blood-drenched one, staring at the gorey stab wound. I doubled over, retching. Wiping my mouth, I went back to bandaging my wound. Did I have any of that gasoline-tasting stuff on me? I checked my pockets, nope. Just some stupid rocks. Why did I have rocks in my pockets? I took one out, throwing it.

"WHY?!"I yelled at the ground, like Satan could hear me. I took another stone from my pocket, it had a date carved into it. Two years ago. I felt like a memory was connected to it... I just didn't know what. I threw the stone, and then another, and then the twelve others in my pockets.

   I limped off into a random direction, hoping to.. find someone. Look, I wasn't in a good head-space. With blood loss and stuff. I had been in the desert for... about an hour. Limping endlessly. I felt like I wanted to throw up. Nope... I had to throw up again. I gagged, but then I... heard someone.

"Hello..?"A voice called over. I looked in every direction, no one. Must've been in my head or something.

"HELLOO! OVER HERE!"The voice said. A figure bolted towards me, making me jump. In front of me stood... a very short girl. About 10-11. She had long blonde hair and cat-eye sunglasses.

  "Hi...?"I greeted her.
"Hey! Why are you here? What happened to your leg? You smell like teenage boy. You look beat up."The girl pointed out.

"Yeah.. I noticed."
"Your in Wrath, Satan's realm. She must really hate you to beat you up this bad. I'm Drew!"She shook my hand.

   "Are you a demon or something..?"I asked, stepping away. I had to admit... I was slightly freightened by this small girl.
"Half Demon! Satan's my mom. She let's me live here. I can guide you out, if you want or whatever."Drew looked... eager to meet me.

    So, like the mad-man I am, I followed her. "What's your name?"Drew asked. I paused... did I forget my name again?
"Ah, right- I'm Erik."
"Erik... with a K or with a C?"She wondered, I wasn't sure.
"I- I dunno. I lost my memory a while back."I explained, though she already switched topics.

"You threw up earlier, that was funny. I was in the audience when mom fought you."She had a dagger at her side, which reminded me that I had a weapon. I checked my scabbard, Satan returned my sword. Thank god- er- Stolas.

"You... didn't help?"I asked, annoyed.
Drew shrugged, "Mom told me you were a bad person, that you stabbed her in the leg"
"I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT!"I snapped, "Sorry... I'm just really angry right now."I added.

    "Were almost there!"Drew assured me, "In... two days!"She added. I groaned.