"From the unreal, lead me to the real.
From the darkness, lead me to the light.
From death lead me to immortality."
I had finally finished my monthly trips to Heaven and Hell, I swear those angels got on my nerves the way they stared at me like that.
It's all his fault, Lucifer's fault.
There are no words to describe just how much I despise him, yet I seem to be his favorite. I believe telling him to jump off a bridge would most likely make him like me more.
Vile isn't it?
At the current moment I'm trudging through the Sahara desert to collect a soul by hand. Yes, people enjoy cheating death but it gives them a one way gold express ticket to hell. They are Lucifer's most annoying customers, the boss is a very busy man and yet he has time to make my 'life' even worse.
I was a girl who cheated death.
Unfortunately I can't grasp the memories of my life, I can only start remembering things from the moment our contract was sealed.
How many of these people have I gotten rid of? Eighteen now? The people who cheated death were either incredibly brave or had a raisin for a brain. Most likely the second one.
The heat was pounding on my skin and making me pull my cowl down further, it was horrible.
And I mean worse then going to see the heavenly angels horrible.
As I stumbled (blind from the sand flying into my eyes) around trying to find this place a thought occurred. A thought about your race. Humans are strange creatures, they love, hate and feel sadness.
I hate them all.