Devils Angel [New Version]

Happy Birthday

We have finally arrived at our destination. The countless bodies that we have climbed over to get here were all worth it in the end, we have suffered many losses and overcome many obstacles that threatened to stand in our way, all of just to face him, the KING. This war will be over soon, we will at last know what freedom is after all these years, but we can't stammer yet, one more battle to go, then we can be free.

As we get closer to the door, we noticed that someone is standing at the foot of the tower. Unfazed by our presents, he faced away from us, only kept his eyes on the marbled door, almost as though he was enchanted or perhaps, waiting. None of us did anything but keep our distance, but it wasn't until I looked up that I truly felt lost. At first, the entrance seemed lofty at first, but looking at it have I come to misunderstand the actual size of it; it is unimaginable in its mass that comparing it to anything is just uncanny, but what stood out is the giant lady that's embedded in the middle of the cemented doors. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it, her face featured sadness, angry, and loneliness, all her emotions are pulling at my heart and it's killing me. I wanted to reach out, I desperately tried to hold on just a little longer, but the moment I stepped out, I felt someone behind me, wrapping their arms around me as they cover my tear-filled eyes; this warmth, I don't want to fight it, but I want to know.

Why me?

I opened my eyes, feeling a tear run down the side of my face as this heavy feeling pushed me awake. Crawling into a ball, I felt myself fighting against the urge to sleep; recalling the glimpses of my dream as the drowsiness sets in, making me wonder if I can change the outcome, maybe things will be different. Soon enough, my mind became blank as all I could do is use my senses as I drift off to sleep; feeling the warm blanket cover half of my body and the other half is exposed to the slightly chilly air, the smell of something sweet being made in the kitchen as the murmuring of the tv echoes down the hallway. Slowly, each sensation is rocking me to slumber, as I could feel myself falling into another dreamland, awaiting a new adventure.

"Jasmine!" a voice rang out. I groaned at the sound, but even he won't stop me as my desire holds me in a bind as I felt everything closing in. It was just darkness, no light, and no sound; I was weightless. There was no concept of time, nor was there any worries in my heart. It was almost as though I was gliding across the endless night sky as a cooling feeling washed over me. As I was about to reach out for the beautiful haze, I had a sudden falling feeling crashed over me as something landed hard against my body. I jolted awake to the sound of a comforting voice, "Happy birthday!" my mind is still groggy, but hearing him made me feel calm.

With a tired smile, I glanced up at the little man, mouth is covered in chocolate and his shirt is laced in flour. He looked at me with his wide, emerald eyes as his thin arms tried to wrap themselves around my body. I grabbed ahold of him and started to squeeze him in response, feeling him tossing and turning, trying to break free from my grasp, but his attempt is futile as I turn over and laid on top of him.

"GET OFF! YOUR TOO HEAVY!" he pleaded, but I just pretend that I have fallen asleep. He screamed and struggled, his laughter rang out, but I am struggling not to laugh myself, however, after a while, I let him run away from my grasp; "happy birthday" he shouted out once again before slamming my door shut.

I lay back down onto my bed and just stared out into space. It has been thirteen years since I started living with the Hills, and during those years, it has been filled with nothing but love. You see, when I was young I was found near a burning building where four unidentified bodies were found, presumably three men and one woman. The cause of the fire was unknown, though there have been some speculations, all of the trails have meet with dead ends. The most puzzling thing was that no one knew who I or those people were, despite us checking into a that motel, or how I was outside and alone when everything went up in literal flames. Regardless, Frank, my adoptive father, was the one who took me in, and he and his wife Sonya looked after me as if I was their own child. Then four years later, Scott was born and our family felt complete.