Worlds apart

Untitled Part 1

"Richie..." "Richieeee....." "RICHIE WAKE YOUR GOD DAM ASS UP RIGHT NOW"

I shoot up, nearly knocking into a blurry red shape in front of me "wuzzgoingon" my words a blur as I struggle to find my glasses. When I finally do, I am greeted by the face of my favorite person in the world, Beverly Marsh. Or as I like to call her, Bevvie the supreme demon overlord to all that surrounds us. (bev for short) "Today is selection day, did you forget?" I exhale a large breath. "No, bevie, like I could forget the worst day of the year." I deadpanned. Her mouth forms a grim line, "I'm sorry Rich, I know this day is hard for you." I guess this deserves an explanation. 5 years ago on this day, my mother was selected from all the demons in our half of the world to fight an angel selected from their half to fight in the forest of Eaden to win the Allmighty's favor. My mother had lost and it had cost her her life. "Its fine." I heard myself say "Let's just go see which poor sap has the "GrEaT hOnOr" to fight an angel to the death this year." As I lurch out of bed, I see that Bev already has the girl's version of the selection of clothes on. This year, for the demons anyway, girls wear a maroon crop top with ripped sleeves and a long black skirt alongside gold ceremonial necklaces and ruby earrings. This is better than the boys, who wear a jet black tux with shiny wooden shoes and red crowns. (its ugly as fucc) Bev throws some clothes at me that most definitely are not the dress code. "What are these?" "Those are my slightly altered version of the boy's outfit." she says and then points toward our shared bathroom "Go change! We only have 999 minutes to reach the cliff top! I throw her an annoyed look and go to change. When I come out I am wearing a black muscle shirt and ripped black jeans. Bev hands me a black armband outfitted with tiny knives on the inside and small silver chains for my neck. "Oh wait!" she exclames as I go to check myself out in our mirror. She runs off in the direction of her bedroom as I tie the top part of my hair up with a black elastic containing a small vial of arsenic- the rules don't stricly forbey extra wepons but if they are hidden, nobody gives you a second glance.