When Demons Leave Hell- A Short Story

She follows closely, yet carefully. Her paws leaving nothing but whispers on the concrete floor. I know she is here to take me back, and that there will be many more hounds when I don’t comply. We both are aware of the situation at hand. She knows that I know, and I know that she knows.

But, she still makes a mistake. One of her paws lands on my trap. She yelps as the cemented floor opens up and swallows her, putting her back in the inferno.

I turn to grab my key as the ground returns back to normal, leaving nothing but ashes in its place. My key, now back in it’s normal form, is a black skull that held onto a black chain like a child would its mother’s hand. I knew that feeling all too well. Specifically when I sold my daughter for two goats. I promise that it was worth it at the time, even through the screams and a strong grip that a 3 year old could somehow have. I’d shoved the guilt down into my intestines where it could never leave. And I thought I couldn’t leave the inferno either, yet here we are.

I was lucky that my trap worked properly. It took fast movements as well as keeping my mind clear at the same time. My hound would have known, she always knows. She had to step perfectly on the key; only someone with our blood could open up that portal. The betrayal she felt as she was shut back into our world, should have made me feel guilty. Except, I haven’t felt anything in years.It seems that I’m good at giving up the ones I care about for the greater good.

And now the rest of my kind are aware of that as well. They will send more. I didn’t know when, just that they would.

I needed to get some fresh air. The Collosseum was so big and full of answers, but I'd been there for hours. I wasn't supposed to be here, in this place, in this realm, and in this body.

Listen, I was incredibly bored. I was tired of being forced to torture people for almost as long as I could remember. They always said the same things like "Please! I will do better i promise!" And "Let me go please! I don’t belong here!" Yet, those were always the worst people. Many of them being politicians, CEOs of large companies, and dictators. But i wanted something different. I barely remembered my life as a human, and I’d always wondered what happened to my son. I have assumed that my daughter didn’t make it very long. She had health issues and would start wheezing just from doing the smallest of tasks. The goats were a fantastic trade.

I’d been following people around the country I used to live in, that had apparently ceased to exist. It was taken over by Britain and Sweden, just to name a couple.

Now it seems that no one goes to wars over simple matters. I overheard two girls yelling at each other over a boy. I laughed out loud as I passed by and gained some comedically weak glares coming my way. I’d wished they had tried to start a war with me. It would have given me a reason to screw them over for eternity. I could have done it either way, but that would have been more fun. Though one of the girls turned out to actually be useful.

A boy (presumably the one they were fighting over) came over and called the brunette by her last name. Mine. God. I’m related to this one? Pathetic.

I left the body i was in and climbed into hers, careful not to alert her that I was there. I needed more. I needed to hear her conversations, see the people she knows, the things she did. And dear Satan was that girl boring. The highlight of her day was leaving school and making out with the man child who was enjoying taking advantage of her and her blonde best friend, who I’ve learned he prefers based on how he reacts to them both. Oh and she noticed. She noticed a lot. Yet here we were. If I were her, which in some ways I was, I would have slept with him and moved on. She needed some control over this- whatever the hell people do nowadays. But I had to be patient which is something I lacked, so I had to keep myself entertained by poking around her memories. Also boring, but not as bad as the present.

Eventually this relative I’ve taken residence in went to visit her father at the cemetary. Aka this massive collosseum. I found my moment and took over her thoughts and actions, shoving her way down to pound on the walls of her mind as she watched herself from inside herself.

How in the hell did my family get such a fancy burial? Did something being money into the family? Was my son the start of it? I just wanted to know what happened to him. I was probably burried in some random hole in the middle of the forest. Or, my husband threw me in a lake.

Anyway, back to my boredom. I just wanted something different, and well, things just got interesting as I left the colloseum. Five hell hounds surrounded the entrance, blocking me from leaving. One being my own hell hound, sulking in the back. Either because I'd left her and betrayed her, or because she was being forced to hurt me. No matter what was about to happen, we will both be hurting each other.