I was trying to get into the right headspace before Damien came by for my daily training when my mom knocked on my door and asked about a car accident. Damien must have come up with that excuse after killing Bradley and his friends, I figured. It got me wondering just exactly how he gets rid of evidence? Would he ever make me help with cleaning up something? No, Damien wouldn’t do that, he said that if I ever said no to him that he would listen. I looked at the clock and saw that it was five in the evening, fairly late for us to do any training. On the other hand, teens have to practice driving at night before they can get their driver’s license, maybe I could see if I had any sort of light ability as well? I leaned against the wall as I sat on my bed and waited with my headphones for a while until someone surprised me by taking them off. I jumped and opened my eyes, expecting to find Damien’s blue eyes and flawless skin in

Damien was taking such good care of me and he was being so gentle and kind, it was everything that I needed at the moment. Damien found me a shirt to wear for bed and some sweatpants, I had to pull the drawstring for them to fit me snug. I still couldn’t believe that my mom kicked me out, and then she literally shoved me into Damien’s arms. You hear about kids who are estranged from their parents and think it’s too bad but other than that you don’t think too much about it – like why they are estranged and how everything between them went down. My story goes something like this: Girl falls in love with a demon and becomes a demon to be with him, only to find out that her mother is secretly a healing angel who was grooming her to be a similar angel to put mankind on the right path for eternal wellness. When angel-mother finds out about her angel-blooded demon-daughter, she disowns her and throws her into the hands

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head. I laid in Damien’s arms and thought of my mother, I imagined her tear-stained face laying down and the cold drops of her tears on her pillow cooling her hot face and helping her drift off into sleep. The blackness of my eyelids turned into an empty field but I could see a tree some distance away from me on a hilltop. I walked towards the tree as I recognized it as the one in our front yard with the swing – I must have successfully gotten into my mom’s dreams! I saw her there on the top of a hill in a white dress, but the more that I walked towards her, the further she seemed to be.&

It took Abby quite some time to finally master her teleporting between here and there, but she successfully teleported to Hell, and I was immensely proud of her, and evidently, on her face, she was proud of herself as well. I didn’t tell her exactly what to think of to get here, I trusted that she was smart enough to figure it out on her own, and I was right - she did amazing, and I praised her for it. She brought us to one of her ex’s friends' torture room, one that I showed her the first time I attempted to prove to her that I was a demon by getting into her dreams. I was relieved that she hadn’t brought us to Bradley’s place of torture, although it would have been fun to see his reaction to the both of us suddenly showing up there together. I kept a hold on one of Abby’s hands and we walked away from the room that the man named Ryan was in and took a stroll through Hell towards my home.

To me, the walk to Lucifer’s house looked like a simple walk across any old regular town, but the mansion we approached was large and extravagant, even if it was entirely black. It looked like when a house nearly burns down and all that’s left is black ash around the walls, but it was roughly ten times bigger than any regular house. We approached the mansion with large twin metal doors that opened upon our arrival, Damien said that that only happens for family members. “Hm, seems like Luci fixed the creak in the door,” Damien said very matter-of-factly before we took a step inside, he smiled at me then and with a shrug of his shoulder, he said, “He must want to impress you,” was that supposed to be a joke? When you first walk in, you notice the entire place seems to be of white marble. The floor underneath us was shiny and polished, a grand staircase roughly twenty feet away from us with two giant pillars