Dark Desires

Welcome to Hell

Y/N POV

I was sitting on a metal stool with a smile on my face enjoying the sight before me. A man I had hanging from the ceiling from a shed far from civilization burning alive. This man wasn't supposed to be my victim tonight but he should've known not toy with me. "Oh, your screams' are just delightful darling!" He cheated on me with some slut from a club. I killed her two weeks ago but I used a different technique. She seemed like a nice girl on the outside but I found out it was her hobby to fuck taken men. I knocked her out and made her death look like a suicide. Placing her body in her tub and putting a toaster in. Before I left I set her home on fire leaving no evidence behind. "If you didn't want to die then you shouldn't have cheated. I told you the day we started dating that if you cheat you will die." My chuckles slowly turned into sickened laughter. "Did you think I was joking?!" I wiped a tear from my eye and watched him thrash and struggle.

I closed my eyes and hummed an old tune I remember hearing in an old Betty Boop episode. I heard him kick something over and my eyes snapped open to see gasoline on the floor and some on my clothes. I was just about to take off my clothes and wash off in the stream close by but the whole place engulfed in flames. I've been burned before but this was way too much. The fire didn't hurt but hindered my movements. I tried to run out but the fire caused the only exit to collapse. I was trapped in here to burn and rot. I fell to my knees and just I sat there, my back against a table with bloodstained tools I used to tortured my ex prior. So this is how I die. Even though my body was covered the red flame is felt nothing. Due to my past I'm unable to feel any physical pain, I still felt the heat but the pain wasn't there. I smiled and looked up. My maniacal laughter echoed throughout the forest. Soon darkness flooded my vision and everything was calm. I felt a breeze flow through my hair against my back the longer i felt it the stronger the breeze felt. I opened my eyes and noticed i was falling. "SHIT!!" 

I landed on my back witched knocked the wind out of me. I laid there gasping for air and oh was it foul. I saw a red pentagram in the blood red sky. The sound of chaos and people fighting were everywhere. I slowly stood up and stretched. I saw a store window and walked up to it to check if I had any wounds. I stumbled back and readied my fist to fight. It copied me and it clicked, I slap myself on the forehead and realized it was my own twisted reflection. I walked closer to the window to gaze apron my new self. I had black eyes with (F/C) irises, black hair that was close to elbow length, and my skin wasn't to off from when I was alive just very pale in comparison and I had on a black singed tank top and dark blue jeans. i also had two little wings on my back which i thought were cute but useless due to their size "Could've gave me some shoes to death". i scoffed and continued to check myself out.

Second person POV

Not paying any attention you didn't notice a pair of eyes checking you out. A demon who was nearby to see you fall figured you'd be an easy target to play with. You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist. They forcefully grabbed your chin and made you look at them. You bite their hand and push them off of you. "You're gonna regret that slut!" you didn't have any weapon on you so you ran but, you were pulled back by the guy. You snapped your head back to see he was holding a wing. 'Wait...that's are my wing!'

Y/N POV

I saw the demon holding a wing and connected the dots that, that was my wing. Did they grow when I tried to run? I turned and punched him in the nose making him release my wing to clutch his now broken and bleeding nose. I ran at an alarming speed, my wings fold down and increase my speed. My bones are probably lighter too. I looked back to see if the guy was chasing me but as soon as I did I hit something or someone really hard and I went down. I slowly opened my eyes and looked behind me to see if I was being followed. No one was around, no demon, no creep, no sound except for a grown and a faint static sound. I looked down to see what I fell on and to my surprise, it was another demon. I quickly stud up and apologized. "Sorry I ran into you. I wasn't paying attention." I offered a hand to help him up and he took the offer and I pulled him up and almost fell back again. He had to be close to six or seven feet tall. He was dressed in all red and had a big grin on his face. "It's fine dear. If I couldn't handle a little tumble I would've died a second-time years ago!" he spoke in a rather cheery voice for someone in hell. His outfit says he must have been here for a while so he must just be used to it by now.