Ashes

I'm not your average teenaged girl. For starters, I have bright purple and blue hair, multiple piercings, and a couple tattoos. Also, I'm an orphan, a drug dealer and I'm dead.

I was supposed to go to Hell. I deserved that, I delt hard drugs, I ruined peoples lives. I had too, I didn't have money for my little brother and I. But, I was given a second chance, thanks to The Heavenly Council Of Apparitions.

They gave me a task. To save a life. If I succeeded, I would achieve Heaven, and if I failed, well, you get the idea.

I never thought it was going to be easy, but I was not expecting a pair of wings, a deranged peacock, a cute but frankly stubborn dude, and an impossible choice.

The name's Pheonix, and this is my story.

(Caution: Contains strong language and violence. If you don't like that, don't read it. I will not censor my story because covering up the language I specifically chose to get my point across in order to please an audience wouldn't be accurately representing the characters, or the story as a whole. This is about artistic license, and if that offends you then don't block or flag me, just don't read it. It's as simple as that.)