I fall flat on my face onto something that feels like a patch of grass. My arms press against the ground and I push myself up into my feet. Feet. I actually had feet- not just clouds of dust and terror- actual feet. The sight amazed me in so many ways that I felt like I was going to faint. I missed having a body to be able to walk and jump and run in, even though the last time I did was only a few hours ago. Wait, what? I bit my lip and looked up at the horizon to try to tell the time. Yep, I just died 9 hours ago. I couldn't believe how many things happened in only 9 hours. I died, I found the gates to hell, landed in a field, found out my best friend had died too, became a deal maker (and not the nice type), was told that I had a new family- and oh yes- became a freaking demon. That's not a usual daily agenda for most people born in the 19th century. But I guess odness was what it costs to be a demon, and I would have to stick to that. Unless I wanted to be sent to Hell or even worse, Purgatory.
My stare turns over to a horse pulled wagon a few feet away. There was a man with a massive mustache attached to his upper lip patting the brown horse's head. I walk over to the man and the horse hoping to get a ride to anywhere "excuse me sir?" I ask him "How much is a ride?"
He tips his hat "It'll be 5 cents every mile ma'am."
Right when I'm about to walk away, unable to pay the price because of my empty dress pockets I feel a rush of some unnatural strong wind. My eyes, squinted shut to guard them from flying dust shoot open. I see myself in front of a large house decored with garden gnomes and bright red roses lined in hundreds of rows- a breathtaking scenery- making my heart start to flutter. It was the prettiest house I have ever seen in my 29 years of living and 10 hours of death.
"This is yours, you know." I hear a familiar high pitched voice coming from a spot behind me.
I turned around. My eyelids were stretching as far as they could possibly could go "Th-th-this is mine?" I stuttered.
Lilith nodded "Of course it is, silly! I got it just for you and only you. Unless of course you want to share it with someone else."
Someone else. The pang of the two words bounced back and forth in my head. The sound made me think of no one else but Fergus. I just had to ask her where he was. My heart and brain were requiring for me to see my best friend again "Speaking of someone else" I begin "Do you know where Fergus Rodric McLeod is?"
She giggled "You like him don't you? I mean even though he is your best friend, you like him." Her thin eyebrows bounced up and down, starting to make me dizzy.
My jaw dropped 6 feet down "Um no. He's just a friend."
She laughed and rolled her eyes "Yeah, okay. Sure he's just a friend. But you wouldn't mind if you were more."
I shook my head a second time, only to receive another nudge on the shoulder. I sighed and a smile creeped onto my face "Lilith it doesn't matter."
"So is that a yes? That's a yes? Yes! Yes, you do like him. Oh my gosh, I so knew it. I'm like a mind reader." She threw her hands in the air victoriously.
I laughed "Lilith, I'm telling you I see him as just a friend." And that was the truth. No loopholes, lies, or edits.
She rolled her eyes "Fine whatever. Be that way and don't tell your big sister all of your secrets."
She finally let the subject go and grabbed my hand "Come on. I want to give you a tour of your new place. Ad if you would like I could invite Fergus over when the tour is done." Her voice curled when she said the name of my best friend, obviously trying to get me to spill what she wanted to hear from me.
I laughed at her adorable ways and started walking towards the massive house "Sounds like a plan."
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A Demons Perspective
Roman d'amourSuddenly I trip on what looked like a fallen branch and I'm thrusted towards a gigantic rock. I scream, knowing that I'm done for. A sharp point on the rock is implanted somewhere in the middle of my forehead and I see blood. Lots of blood. I also h...