Sin After Sin

Chapter 1: Going to Hell

What is hatred?

When someone is the very cause of taking everything from you. Everything. Including my life. But it wasn't only mine. They took my friend's lives too, and I have never felt such strong emotions towards someone. Just the memory of watching them put a bullet in not one but two of my friend's brains almost made me go insane. Along with that, they killed my sister.

If that isn't hatred I don't know what it is.

At least they revealed who I was though. The thousands of deaths I have caused, all while hoping that karma didn’t come back to bite me in the ass. With the total of seven lethal girls willing to burn down the world? Millions. Millions of people dead, because of us. And they all deserved it. Each and every one of them.

I can't help it though. After all, I am the devil's child.

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"Go through," I heard a voice grunt, assuming it was the demon that guarded my cell. Seconds later, another demon appeared in front of me, the towering black figure with red eyes smirking at me.

"Having fun?" he asked in a raspy voice.

"Well, I haven't killed in months and I'm pretty sure I'm having withdrawal symptoms," I replied, lying back down on the twin bed covered in a white comforter. Unfortunately, it wasn't too comfy.

"You should see Adelaide. She broke the damn bed in half somehow. We're still trying to figure it out, considering the fact that it should be indestructible," he chuckled darkly, waving my comment off. "I asked your father for an upgrade. He's making some poor demons get six rooms ready. Carolina was already taken care of in the only nice room we had."

"Lovely," I snorted.

He strode over to the bed, barely able to sit on the edge. "I really should bring you something to do. Like a voodoo doll or a dart board, right?"

"God just give me something. I'm dying over here."

"Overdramatic, as usual."

I started braiding my dark brown hair, a bad habit I had picked up on while I was stuck in this hellhole. I couldn't stop touching my hair, especially when I was nervous. If I was alive I would've been completely bald by now.

"Did you know that Adelaide's eyes are now completely black? Kinda like how yours are completely white? It's freaking awesome. You have to see it sometime," he changed the subject, pulling my hands away from my face.

"In a year," I threw back.

"It might be sooner. You never know," he held his hands up, letting go of my own, which immediately flew back to my unfinished braid. "Oh god you need to stop that. It's driving me crazy."

"Good. You deserve it for letting me be here," I teased.

"You know I would bail you out in a second if I could," he defended, putting a hand over his heart. Well, where it should be.

"Hopefully that'll be sometime soon."

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An entire year later and I was ready to get out of here. I barely got to do anything all day - it was like being in that damn mental institution all over again. Sleep. Listen to  music. Read. Stare at the ceiling. Repeat. Thankfully father made sure that I had music and books to save me from boredom, although I loathed reading. It was still something to do though.

And, of course, he made sure that room was finished asap. Thank fucking god. It was twice the size but still wasn't that big. He'd changed the entire décor to black, which I've never been happier to see in my life. The white was giving me a headache, and it brought back horrible memories involving electroshock therapy. He added a queen size bed, a nice chair for me to sit on in the corner, and a nightstand with a clock placed on it. I requested a calendar so I could count down the days. Just twenty more to go.