Keir Brenton's best friend Nick does drugs most of the time, and for him, that's just the norm. However, one day Nick has an accidental drug overdose, leading to his untimely death. Because he had left no suicide note, Keir knew that his best friend...
!Note!: This chapter is all about Raven, so enjoy his inner monologue as he pulls us through this chapter~ This is Raven ;)
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How does one simply express sympathy for an ignorant human when they stumble their way into an important council meeting room, full of blood thirsty demons?
I along with Caassimolar had developed almost an immediate interest in this human. Abdiel and Astaroth as well.
As much as I didn't want to admit my strong impressment with the boy, I found myself voicing my opinion anyways.
Keir was more than likely, the most confusing human that had ever come into contact with our ranks. Not many people would travel to Hell to find their best friend. Indeed in some aspects, I respected him.
I to knew what it was like to have a friend that would do anything they could to help me. Even if it meant risking their own life...
But I am not here to discuss the ghosts of my past. That is for much later, if at all.
Caassimolar thought that it was rather peculiar that I would be the one to willingly volunteer as his assistor. Considering that I don't like to get involved in situations that have nothing to do with me, unless I absolutely have to. And on top of things, I wasn't exactly fond of humans.
A select few I did not mind, yes. Not all of their race were a bunch of blithering idiots who think that they have figured out their world. Their predictions are short lived. Heaven is nothing like what the Holy Bible says, and the same could be argued about Hell.
Hell was hardly a desolate place of defiance. Just like Heaven could barely be named the Safe Haven of lost souls, or the Sanctuary of Purity. Of course we had numbers of our own ranks that made visits to Hell suddenly become a horrifying experience.
But just like any other place, whether on Earth or in Heaven, if you knew were to go, than things wouldn't turn quite as sour for you.
In Hell you had to be very careful of what you did, and what you said. Just like Heaven.
It may seem peculiar to any normal bystander that I have exceedingly well practiced recollection of Heaven.
I will say this, and no more:
Everyone has a past that they wish to forget. Whether it is minute, or simply devastating like my own, we all wish to put our worst times behind us.
I can even imagine that Keir has his own secrets that are not wished to be dug from the grave. I understood completely. Because I was not here to be his friend, nor his therapist, anything regarding the boy that previously happened in the human realm, did not concern me.
I was baffled by the thought that maybe I had actually hurt his feeling when I told him that we were not going to be friends.
No. That wasn't what I was here for, nor was I interested in it.
