Becky bluejay

Becky

I was always an outcast.

People would push me in the hallways and spit at me and yell insults. It hurts. There was this boy, Jakie, who would say I'm a mistake. That I'm a demon from Hell. I ran away and cried. I thought, he knows! He knows I'm a monster!!

Yes, I am actually a demon. Hell was too warm and full of hatred, and the devil himself told me that the First World was hard and cruel. Being the stupid, stupid idiot I was, I STILL RAN AWAY!!!

I changed my name from Hellfire to 'Becky Bluejay'. I was frightened to see that they didn't have red eyes. They had scary, weird eyes. Blue and green and brown and hazel. Humans. What are humans? They are the real monsters. They're the ones who murder, who steal, who insult and bully.

I remember my first night. It was horrible. It did this thing, rain. Water falls from the sky. THE SKY!!! Where I come from, there is no 'water'. On my second night, I met a woman. She was kind, not cruel. She believed my story, unlike the others. She told me about the world. That's how I can tell you, and be here. Now.

This is my story, the story of Becky Bluejay.

Let's start from the beginning. I was created by the devil in 1738. Made of lava, and fire, and stone. I had these large, blue wings of fire. My skin was paper white, my eyes ruby red, my hair cream coloured. My lips were a pale pink, my facial features delicate and fragile. I used to love someone, a male demon with ash grey hair and a beautiful smile. But, he was chosen by the devil, and was corrupted. When you are corrupted, you lose your humanity. You become a real monster. You lose your wings, and gain fangs and horns. Your skin turns pale red, and have claws on your feet.

This world was cruel, and dark. Known as Hell by humans and the Eighth World by us demons.

In 1928, when I was 190 years old, I grew sick of the ways of Hell

This world was cruel, and dark. Known as Hell by humans and the Eighth World by us demons.

In 1928, when I was 190 years old, I grew sick of the ways of Hell. I told the devil, and he just told me to deal with it. He told me other worlds were worse. Especially Earth. Like I said, I was stupid. Ignoring my creators words, I decided to see Earth for myself. I could open a Dimensional Rift for a little while, but it would be enough to see Earth. I opened the Rift, and jumped inside. A wave of heat passed over me and I fell out, and saw Earth for the first time.