The Silent Scream

Chapter 1

Once you're in Hell, anything goes. That's what the saying goes. One girl is in Hell not just because she was just a sinner, but because of family business. A Hispanic girl with unusually pale skin, long wavy white hair, and eyes as red as blood roam the streets in disguise as a white deer demon. Her job is to look for her people to judge them if they are worthy of going to the Land of the Dead or let her do what the Fallen Angels do; let them die with no soul to remember them. Why does she have such a job when its not really hers? Well, because of her grandparents.

The girl had too much fun being evil in the Land of the Dead and they had to do something to keep her busy. Her grandparents' rule over said land and try to keep things in order. They are basically gods of death for her people each with different forms of death. Her grandmother was a kinder death, one that is quick and painless. Her grandfather is more of putting the dead through trials to test their worthiness to be in the Land of the Dead. Some say that's where this girl got her evilness from, but it was not. She got her from being a mortal time and again out of sere boredom. She even decided to grow up the way mortals did to understand them better, but at the end of one of her lives, the girl decided she would never interact with mortals again, unless it was to torture them with her wailing screams of death.

Her parents agreed her behavior after her last visit to the land above was becoming more than they could handle, so it was settled. The girl was to work in Hell undercover to bring worthy souls for a second chance of getting into their land to be remembered again. She wasn't too happy about the situation, but she knew if she was in Hell, she could do as she please without any negative consequences to her. Be who she wanted to be in the first place, a singer and a free spirit not holding her down. There was one catch of her being in Hell, besides her job, was she had to earn her title again and not use her divine powers. Her parents were only part of the royal family, but never named prince or princess. The girl was once she was born, she was named Princess of their lands. No one knows exactly why they skipped a generation, but one thing is for sure the girl did not care either way.

The girl was born with a screech as piercing and much louder than any screeches of death, so the girl decided to make her own name in Hell as Banshee Negro. Now as said before, her behavior is more destructive than most demons. She works on the streets as a high-priced prostitute and one that shouldn't be messed with. She also sings once a week at a downtown club owned by a jazzy friend of hers named Mimzy. Thanks to her friend, Banshee could manage both of her jobs with ease.

That was just a taste of how Banshee Negro came to rise to one of the most known devilish and seductive demons (that is not a succubus) in all of Hell. With her look of a deer demon with black horns, grey tail, and hidden hooves, Banshee was quite a sight to the other demons. This isn't where her story starts. Oh no, but this is where it begins to become interesting and not just for her either.

Her story begins one day in the deep depths of Hell starting her day waking up in her dump of a home downtown of Pentagram City. Banshee didn't want to draw too much attention to herself since she did have some enemies she didn't want to see. She missed sleeping on Angel's fluff and feeling safe with him due to his fighting skills. Banshee looked at a signed picture she had of him as she sighed placing away from her mattress. She got up and went to the bathroom to get herself ready for the day. She didn't have all her things at her place. Most at her clothes were over at Mimzy's club for save keeping, of course there was a fee she had to pay for such accommodations.

After putting on her white pants and knee-high boots she went to the bathroom to grab her shirt from the night before. Some asshole didn't want to pay full price for his half and half from her and paid the price. This was common for her and just turned it into a way to get fresh meat for home. Yes, she is a cannibal, but only to keep from starving herself... and a friend she had with her. She has a pet shapeshifter she calls Noir living with her. Thought Noir was good company to have around, she couldn't replace the warmth Banshee had for Angel Dust. Noir was still on the mattress sleeping in a form of a black fox, which is her most comfortable form.

Noir was a gift from Banshee's grandparents when she left to live in Hell because they didn't want her to be alone and basically always supervised. Noir was her best friend regardless of her purpose was and would protect her like she was her own child. Banshee soon turned on the water for the kettle that was sitting on the stove, "this normally wakes her up." She always made tea or coffee for Noir in the morning to help wake her up. Banshee preferred her soda with some water next to it, if they had any. Soon the kettle made a whistling sound as the young fox's ears popped up. Noir woke up yawning as she jumped off the mattress and headed towards the sound. Banshee was already making her some black tea with a hint of mint in it.

Noir walked in jumping on the table gracefully waiting for the tea that she loved from her so much. Banshee walked over with Noir's special cup filled already as she set it in front of the fox smiling. Early morning and late night are their favorite times together due to the fact no one else was around to distract them while they relaxed by the small tv in the kitchen. Lucky for Banshee, Noir knew how to steal cable without being caught. Banshee turned on the tv seeing the 666 News on, even though did not care for Katie Killjoy, it was the only way she could get information about the demons in Hell. She did do her job her grandparents assigned her, but only when she wanted. The rest of the time was for her and Noir to do what they wanted, which was practically anything they felt like.

On the news they were watching the story on the recent extermination from the fallen angels. This was an annual thing for demons to help the overpopulation in Hell. Banshee figured her grandparents wanted to help a bit to give the devil some relief of expanding it. This, of course, annoyed Banshee that she had to be the one to do it. Noir was drinking her tea by using her tail as a hand which was impressive. Katie soon told stated that the Princess of Hell would be announcing a 'passion project' that she would be doing. Banshee smiled, "well, she finally got Lucifer to agree on this hotel idea of hers." Noir nodded then sat the tea down seeing it went to commercial.

"You think she will actually succeed in this," Noir asked using her telekinetic powers to speak in Banshee's mind, "the whole thing seems silly to redeem ones who were already judged to be here." Banshee shrugged thinking for a bit trying to form a supportive answer for Charlie without out sounding soft. Noir made a little whine, "I already know what you're thinking, and I get it. Makes our job easier I guess."

Banshee smiled at her knowing very well she didn't even need to explain herself to Noir most of the time. They had a special connect and this made her happy about it. Soon Charlie was on tv trying to her best to explain the hotel idea in a musical number. Banshee smiled watching this, "such talent she has. Just like her parents with the energic side from her father and voice from her mother." There was laughter after the musical number making Banshee a bit annoyed at this, but there are critics out there. Noir watched tilting her head, "I thought it was very catchy."

"Most demons don't care for rehabilitation Noir and especially when it's in a musical form," Banshee said then heard something about Angel Dust staying at the hotel with Charlie. "Well now we know where 'Venom-breath' has been at...asshole," she took a sip of her soda sighing. Sounds of bombs and gunfire were heard as breaking news came interrupting Charlie's segment. It was Angel Dust fighting along side Cherri Bomb against Sir Pentious on new open turf. "A turf-war?!" Banshee cried out, "and he didn't invite us?! That little..." She soon started to curse under her breath different Hispanic curses and phrases about the situation. Noir whine a bit herself wanting to be there as well.

Banshee soon stood up going to the bedroom to grab something from under her pillow. Her Golden Microphone she received from an old relative she didn't know she had. "Come on Noir we have business to attend to with a certain little...araña blanca." Soon the fox jumped off the table going to the deer demon girl as they headed out to look for this so called, white spider.