I Loved, But I Killed

The Death

So my character suddenly became really sarcastic.... soo... DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM I'M SORRY!!!!!!! T~T

I woke up dead. I sat up, holding my head, not feeling any pain, just dizzy. A voice in the air began to whisper. I looked around the darkness, trying to see where the voice came from.

"If you want to survive in this Hell, you might want to listen." the voice said.

"Hell?" I asked, "Wha-where am I?" 

"As I said, you are in one of the three Hells," it continued, "If you want to survive here, I suggest that you listen."

"Um, ok," I said shrugging as I stood, "Carry on, o' mysterious one."

"Very funny," it said sarcastically, "Now, follow these rules. One. Always listen to Death. Two-"

"Wait," I interrupted, "Is that who you are? Death?"

"Yes. And you just broke rule number one. Congratulations. Rule number two was don't care about rules. Especially laws. Here in The First Hell, we don't listen to what's legal. Since breaking laws is your job, never break rule two. That's the only law you will care for."

"Wait, so when you say don't listen to what's legal, do you mean..."

" Your job is to kill."

" I died because I killed. And now that's my job!?" Death was getting on my nerves.

"Yes, and you must face your Death. Each person in The First Hell has their own Death. I am yours."

Great. Now I'm living with this thing.

"You are now a killer. A special kind. A Killing Love."

"What."

"A Killing Love's job is to make their target fall in love with them. Then kill them."

" I WHAT!?"

"You-"

"No I heard you, but that's- that's really- augh"

" Its... augh?"

"No! I- OH MY GOD NEVERMIND."

"GOD! NEVER MENTION THAT NAME IN HELL! Now for the makeover."

"THE W-" and then I was suddenly encased in blue light. My hair was black and really, really short, like in a pixie cut. I had black and gray makeup. My dress was replaced with black jeans, a black crop top, two chain belts, and a LOT of bracelets. How do I know? There was a mirror in the strange blue light. Why? I have no idea. How? Don't ask me that either. 

But there I was, looking completely different, and feeling different too. Feeling bloodthirsty. Feeling ready to kill. 

"You are now ready."

"Can I have my hair back? I liked it."

"AUGH FINE."

My hair was waist length and pink again. Better.  

"Ok so now-"

"Wait."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!!?????"

" Ok, so I want to kill my sister. Does she have to fall in love with me?"

"No, if she's a good sister_"

"She's not."

"OK well, the answer is still no."

" THAT is a relief."

"Ok, I'm done with you. Back to the living you go."

I was engulfed in red light, this time, and I stumbled OUT OF MY FREAKIN BODY. It was so weird. I look down, and my dead body was laying on the ground. It was fascinating in its own way. But I had places to be, so I ran off.