Bound to Hell

Chapter Four: A Celebration in Hell

Chapter Four: A Celebration in Hell

Paige was stunned with what she learned. Her parents were both demon just like her.

“She’s the daughter of them!” Deajah said.

“You are? Incredible! I knew your parents can out smart Juno.” Erlking said and looked at her. “You must be written. Come with me.”

“No she can’t if Juno found out about this, he would kill her. Let’s keep this a secret!” she roared. “So after all were cousins!” She jumped in excitement. “I was right. I knew Everett blood runs in your veins!” She danced around.

Paige was happy inside. “But my parents, they’re missing.”

“Don’t worry we can go to the Demon Police tomorrow and ask about it!” she said.

Tears streamed down from her face. “I wish I saw them.”

Deajah suddenly had a bright idea. “Hey Erlking, do you have the photographs of the couple?’’

“Y-yes!” He went to the counter and chanted using the demon language. A smoke of a dog appeared from nowhere and scanned the whole area. The dog went back with a book hanging on his jaw. Deajah picked it up as he leaped and turned the pages.

“This is Eric Everett.” Deajah screamed. She pointed out a picture of a tall man with a strong bone structure. The picture was black and white so they can’t tell her what the color of his eyes and hair was. “I remember my mom told me that he’s hair is brown and his eyes were green.” She turned to Paige to look at her. “Look! You have the same eye color!”

“Can me get this picture?” asked Paige.

“Of course for you. But keep it a secret.” He pulled the picture pasted on the page and handed it to her. He turned the page again and he showed her mother; a photograph of a beautiful woman with such a gorgeous smile.

“My mom said Lisa has a mud brown hair like yours. You’re both beautiful.” She smiled.

Erlking removed it again and handed it to Paige. He suddenly grabbed a clock from his jacket’s pocket and said, “Closing time.”

“Okay let’s go!” said Deajah. She approached Erlking and bent down her knees. She kissed him somewhere from the mouth.

The princess and the frog, Paige thought.

“You smell mud!” said Deajah as she rose. “You’re disgusting.”

As they walked from the room they heard him shouted, “Come back again!”

The streets were filled with demons, their horns poking at each other. There was smoke and fireflies in the air. The street where Deajah’s house was located was now filled with stalls selling their grilled food: cockroaches, spiders, mice, and all sort of things. They reached the stall but this there was no tray of apple and a bowl of chocolate; instead trays of grasshoppers, spiders, snakes and crickets were placed. They went into the counter and the room beyond the curtain. Paige saw Helen brushing her hair in front of a piece of mirror hanging on a wall. She turned around and said, “What did happen?”

Deajah was smiling. She jumped and screamed, “She’s my cousin!”

“What?” Helen said. “That’s great! You’re father came with a net of bunnies we could eat!”

“Oh, that’s great!” she said. She sounded just like her mother.

Suddenly, a man with a curly black hair entered the room. He was wearing his hunting gears. His horns were bull-like; they rose from his temples. “Who is she?”

“She’s Paige, dad. She’s Uncle Eric’s daughter.” Deajah said.

“You found her? That’s amazing!” he said as he approached his wife. “I’m Murdock.”

Paige nodded. At least I have a right role model of a woman-Helen, she thought. Everyone around her was working: Helen was selling the food outside; Murdock was cooking the stew while Deajah was slicing the ingredients of their meal. A meter from the couch was a table where Deajah was slicing the ingredients she already sliced the onions and carrots; beyond it was a hole covered by a curtain. She looked at the back where another hole was covered by a curtain.

“Hey Paige,” said Deajah, “do you eat rabbit?”

“I haven’t tasted eat but I’ll try.”

“Do you want some of the apples?” she said.

She nodded. She sprung up from the couch and grabbed an apple from the tray on the table. She poked it with a stick and dipped it into a bowl of melted chocolate. She removed the photographs of her parents and placed it on the table. She ate. “How about the angels? Are they true?”

She laughed and said, “They actually are. But they’re not called angels, they prefer the term Seraphim.”

“Do they hate us?” she said as she took another bite from the apple.

“No, they don’t now. But before, they wanted kill every single one of us.”  She finished slicing the ingredients headed for the kitchen nearby.

“Did you saw one of them?” she asked and finished the apple.

“I’ve seen one probably he’s around your town. But he was very young then.”

“Do they have wings?” she asked and threw the stick and the remaining apple to the bin in the corner.

“They have! It was so big and large and white!” she replied. “You should see one.”

I should, she thought.

Helen closed the stall very early. She was very excited to celebrate. She entered the house and noticed everything was prepared: the table was set; the smell of the rabbit stew was soothing and the radio on the couch was playing a cheerful song. She saw her daughter danced around and her niece was just laughing. She wished Eric was here.

They all sat and started to eat. Murdock handed her a bowl of the stew he made. He was very proud. She tasted the soup as the warm broth brought her back to life and said, “This is heavenly!”

“Thank you.” Murdock said.

There was an empty seat beside Paige but when Helen looked closely, she saw the photographs of Eric and Lisa each placed in a frame beautifully. She gave him a look of happiness and said, “You’re father would like that too. That is his favorite food.”

Paige smiled.

There were tears streaming from her eyes. She wiped them with her hands and tried to smile at her niece. I miss you very much, Eric, she thought.

She was eating the rabbit and found it delicious. “I never knew demons can cook.”

Deajah giggled.