Born In Hell

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Do you know how frustrating it is to have someone all on your ass. Especially an ass that isn't worth being on. Like the ass of Miley Cyrus in a Kim K world, it's just not that interesting. Cable is always on that ass which is mine and I wish he'd get off. Do I bother him? No. Do I keep tallies on him? No. Do I have spies? Fuck no, because why? Because I'm a decent little demon who occasionally has some morals. They're blurred morals, but they're there.

So how about I just let all of those fall. My darkness is fading, but even without it being a bitch runs in my blood.

"I'm going out," I said after Aniel and Naomi finished giving Michael a talk.

"No you're not," Death said seriously.

I gave him a dry look in return. "Honestly you really can't tell me what to do."

"Is that so?"

I spread my hand out and a wave of, in simple terms heavy gravity went through the room. It knocked everyone off their feet pinning them to the floor. I walked up to Death and looked down at him. He didn't look happy but I don't care. Consider us even now.

"Yes."

With that I left. I went to Tyla's house and slyly snuck inside. Let's just say it's a good thing I didn't try the first floor to get in... I climbed a tree, let's leave it as that.

The fallens were in the kitchen playing some weird version of a drinking game. But there was two up here. One for sure I know was crying and the other was trying to console. It was failing miserably so of course I had to watch.

"I just don't want to do this anymore." The one that was crying was from class that one day, Brisa. "She's changed and I don't want to be apart of this anymore."

"We have to do it, or we'll die-"

"Listen to yourself, we're already halfway there.  It's only so long until we won't be fallens anymore. We'll just be human and they die, and we don't get another chance like them."

The fallen sighed and pushed past her like this whole thing was useless. I slid away out of his view and listened to what was going to happen next. And that was her little friend turned into a snitch and the other fallens weren't as kind. They came up and dragged her down the stairs and outside. I watched from the window of them stomping her.

They'll tear each other apart, before the fight. Nice. Now that is the way to go. I can work with that. I can make do with manipulation and make it look natural. I just have to use the right one.

"Stop it," Brisa screamed. "Tyla, make them stop. Please!"

Tyla eyed her down almost glaring at her weakness. Obviously Brisa didn't want to fight her friends especially when they were drunk and not thinking straight. What perfect person to use, but I'll let the rest of this play out. I love a good show.

Tyla picked up Brisa's chin and smirked at her. "We don't tolerate the weak here. You know that. Now either quit being selfish or leave us and this place, or else you're dead to us... The choice is up to you."

Brisa stifled a little cry and clenched onto her side trying to get up. She reached up for help. Tyla helped, but she also shoved her down and walked over her going inside. The others did the same and Brisa sat there trying to get herself together. She stood up with determination, but the air around her stirred and sizzled, before she marched up into her room slamming the door.