The heavy stench of smoke and sulfur woke me from my sleep. I hoped that my house was on fire, that my nightmare was not real but I knew better. I still heard the growls of the beast that dragged me down the black pit that somehow developed in my living room.
I opened my eyes and was immediately put in so much pain by my surroundings. Fire not only burned my eyes, it burned at my soul as well. Every second my eyes were opened I could feel my soul fighting for life as the fire slowly consumed it. It was a different kind of pain, it was not physical but it hurt so much more than my torn and bleeding leg.
A shriek, so loud it could have broken my ear drums surrounded me. I covered my ears to stop the horrible sound but no matter how much pressure I put on them the shriek seemed to grow in volume.
"Wait," a demonic voice said and the shrieking stopped. "This one is still human."
I tried to find source of the voice but saw nothing but the dying endless desert of hell. Its gray sands seemed to stretch for eternity and were littered with dried bones and flaming tumbleweeds.
The hell hound walked circles around me growling and confirming I was still human. It then howled deeply and an angry scream boomed around me causing me to once again cover my ears.
"Bring me your master," the demon said to the dog and in a fraction of a second the hound disappeared and reappeared with a person by its side. It looked like a normal human being. He was a short man with dark gray hair and a wrinkled face that showed his power.
"Do you see that," the demon yelled but this time he had a face. I almost had a heart attack looking at him. He was young and beautiful. His hair was the darkest of blacks and his face was angularly delicate. "She is still alive," he hissed.
"I'm sorry master," the old man stuttered. "I can change that."
The demon bent down and looked at me in the eyes. His eyes were black pits of nothingness, he clearly had no soul, no remorse and I could see the fires of Hell burning brightly in them. It was like this demon held the entire underworld in his eyes and it was terrifying.
He made a circle gesture with his hand and a ball of bright white light appeared in it. "Does this," he began. "Look like the soul of the damned?"
My eyes widened as I stared at the ball of light in the demon's hand. My soul was in the possession of a demon. I reached for it, that creature did not deserve to hold the thing that made me human. He pushed the ball of light at me and I took a deep breath as it came rushing in.
I screamed in agony as I felt the damage it had taken by experiencing Hell without the protection of my body. The young demon touched my arm gently and erased all of the pain I was in. Looking into his eyes I knew he did not make the pain disappear but rather he took it into himself. Somehow he was not affected by my pain, he flourished in it.
"No sir," the other demon said and backed away slowly. "That is a pure soul. It doesn't belong down here. I will take it back to the surface."
A small smirk tugged at the young demons lips and he cracked the knuckles in his hands. "No, I don't think you will. You know the price of insubordinates."
The older man stepped away with fear. I did not think anything way capable of scaring a demon but I was wrong, the older man was just as scared as I was when the hound dragged me to hell. "Please sir," the older demon begged. "You don't have to do this."
"Do you even realize what you have done," the young demon hissed. "You have compromised Hell! It's not designed for people to just walk in and out." He paused for a second and pressed is hand against his forehead. "I don't know why I am explaining this to you."
The young demon stepped closer the older one. The gray haired demon did not even try to run he just stood there and accepted what would happen to him. The young demon shoved his hand into the man's chest. The man and I screamed in unison, me with fear and demon in pain as his heart was ripped out. The young demon smiled and the black heart in is hand combusted.
"Never trust a crossroads demon," the young demon said. "They are tricky beasts."
My blue eyes widened as the demon spoke and the realization hit me that everything that just unfolded was not in my head.
"Don't look so scared," the demon said. "I don't bite." He reached down to me opening his hand to help me get up but I crawled away from him hoping I would be able to live for just a few more seconds before the demon ripped out my heart.
I cried as I put pressure on my injured leg causing it to bleed more heavily. I wanted to go home, to see my dad, my friends, and go to a hospital and not have to run for my life from a cold blooded killer in the sandy desert of Hell.
My injured leg was seized and I screamed in pain and the demon's fingers dug into the torn flesh.
"Where do you think you are going," the demon yelled and applied more pressure to my injuries. "I did not say you can leave!" He threw my injured leg in to the ground with enough force it should have snapped but the soft sand of the desert cushioned it.
"Please," I begged just like the old demon did just moments before. "Don't hurt me."
"Hurt you," he asked. "I'm going to save you."