Death Is My Soul Mate (Book 5) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 7: Next

Sorry this is so short! Just wanted to post a little something to let you guys know that I'm still writing for this story. Please stop asking me to update, I've been very busy lately trying to rewrite DIMBFF so that I can publish it, and I'm trying to best to upload for everything else.

Please be patient, you're driving me insane and demotivating me by asking me all the time to upload!!!!!! You're lucky I love you guys so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x) <3

P.S- This chapter is up to everyone's interpretation as usual. ;)

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              " You haven't had any time to grieve. This is a virtual suicide."

            "Not when you're existence is endless, cupcake," I wanted to remind her over the phone, but instead I held my tongue because nothing would get through to her. To Faith Williams, I was going against the odds by going to the D & S Tower because all of hell had literally broken lose, and I was only one being against many.

            I landed on the roof of the D & S Towers, twirling my scythe in my hand once out of habit and then clenching the shaft tightly with my black leather glove. I had decided I was going to work  my way down from the top floor of the tower in my conquest to find the button that would suck every single revolting creature that had escaped Hell's gates when Devin had been destroyed.

            Devin was the one person who constantly stood by me and took me in under his wing when I felt the most vulnerable and betrayed by the Elders. I could have sat Faith down and spoken with her for ten years straight about Devin's involvement in my life and she wouldn't have even known half of what we had been through together. The pure marvel of being in the constant presence of such a prevailing being had always comforted me in ways that I had never experienced. Devin had been more than a fatherly figure to me, he had been my best friend, and people like me didn't really have many friends because, well, we were huge d*cks most of the time...

            Alright, alright! Maybe I was a d*ck all of the time but I was hot and had nice biceps. Not to mention, chicks had wanted to stuff their faces into my lusciously soft hair since 100 A.D. Also, I was fairly funny-- if I do say so myself, plus I owned a motorcycle, as stated a few books back, so that's that.

            Anyways, my iniquitous nature and Devin's supremacy over the hell had united from the start to create the most elite, dangerous, and virtually indestructible building known to supernatural beings on the planet. We had created something that was simply ingenious: a normal looking office building with normal looking workers, covering up a perfectly assembled and prearranged system of the deceased, soon to be deceased, the sick, the elderly, and admittedly, a few bastards I threw into the system just so I could kill them off.

            Faith was scared for me, and that was perfectly understandable because she had only recently been introduced to my world. The Devil stood for a powerful evil entity, and for her to have realized that even he could be destroyed,  meant that I was no longer a permanent aspect of the world....

            To Faith Williams, I was a broken man with nothing left to lose because of Devin's passing. She was desperate to get me in one place, where in her mind, I would be safe from harm, but did she no concept of what I was anymore? Had her affection for me blinded her from the truth about the species that I belonged to?  I was a Fallen.

            She truly didn't know how rotten I was.       

            And how much of a bitch I was to kill.