I lay my head down on the pillow, closing my eyes. "Do it." I simply say. Then I am plunged into a world unkown to me.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Mora, want to play?"

"Sure." I said.

I got up and chased my little brother around. I was seven years old and he was five.

"You can't catch me!" He yelled.

"Don't count on it." I laughed as I tackled Johnny to the ground. "Got you!" I said.

We both laughed and just stared up at the sky.

"You know how mommy always says there are angels in the sky?" He asked. I nodded. "Where do you think they are right now?"

"I think they're all around us. That they're always there for us. I think there are angels who watch over us, others that fight for Heaven, and others that turned to saints when they died."

"What do you think happens to the ones who don't make it to Heaven?"

"They go to Hell. They have no right to be in Heaven. They don't deserve it. Whatever they did during their life was meaningless. But, mommy always says that some demons in Hell are brought to Heaven by God. What do you think, Johnny?"

"I think I want to go to Heaven. I don't want to go to Hell. I will always follow you, God!" He yelled at the sky. I laughed at this and smiled.

Then we heard mom. She was calling us in for dinner.

"Coming!" We both said at once.

We ate dinner and then went to bed. The next morning, we went to the barn. We lived on an old farm that was no longer in use. Johnny and I liked to play there all the time. Daddy went there to smoke, so we usually had to wait a while after telling him that we wanted to play.

"Hey Mora, you wanna build a strawman?" Johnny said in a pinched voice. I laughed.

"Sure." A strawman is like a snowman, but it never really snowed where we lived, so we built strawmen instead of snowmen.

First, we gathered haybales for the body, head, and torso. Next, we got loose pieces of straw for the arms. For the eyes, nose, mouth, and buttons we used daddy's lighter to make dark spots on the hay. Then we use a hat for the top of its head.

"There, all finished!" I said and stepped back from out artwork.

"Mora, Johnny, how many times have I told you not to use daddy's lighter as a toy?"

Mommy tried to grab the lighter from my hand, but I quickly lit it and threww it in the hay. Mommy gasped and tried to get us out of the barn. I ran to the opposite side, dragging Johnny behind me. We reached the end of the barn, which was now in flames, and I turned around. Mommy was nowhere to be seen. I looked around for her and saw her on the ground, not moving. I shrieked and shielded my brother from the flames.

When the fire was out, I went to mommy. She was burnt and hot. I couldn't touch her.

"Mora," Johnny sniffed behind me, "what did you do?"

"I got rid of her. She was going to take our toy away." I picked mommy up and walked over to Johnny.

"Here is our mommy, little brother."

"I hate you!" He scraemed and then ran off.

I followed him. I killed him.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It's been five years since the accident. I looked in front of me and I remember. The structures of the barn are the only things left standing. I remember holding mamma in my arms, and Johnny sniffling. I remember running after him with the lighter, and burning him to death.

I have a dagger I took off of a dead mugger. He was dead because I killed him. I kept the lighter that burned down the barn. I used it to burn people, then I looted their bodies. I once said that there are angels around us all the time. Well, I didn't have a guardian angel. I thought to myself that I had a guardian demon from Hell. That would only make sense. Sometimes I heard this other voice in my head. I tried to ignore it, but eventually I let it persuade me to do things like killing people.

I walked towards the store. The voice tells me to kill the people inside. I walk in and flick the lighter. I silently lit some clothes on a rack and walked out, locking the dorrs behind me. I lit the bushes outside, in front of the store. Soon I heard screaming. I smiled and walked on.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Six years have passed. I walk the streets. Most of the people that were once living here either moved or were killed by my hand. I was sixteen. Blood was on my skin, no matter how much I washed it off. My breath reeked of death.

I walked to a broken down drug store. There was no one left to run the place, so I just went in and grabbed something to eat. There isn't much selection left. I have been living off of this kind of food for six years. I was the only one left in the town.

"Stop."

I spun around to see a police officer holding a pistol to me. I didn't know there were any cops left. I drew my Berretta pistol, way better than his, and shot him in the chest. I walk out of the drug store, where I see the FBI, SWAT, and government angents. I pull out my pistol, then shot by every cop there. My Berretta never shot a second bullet.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I see my body on the ground, dead and useless. I look up and see a man dressed in white. He was glowing. I looked down and see a man with red skin, dressed in black. I look at the man in white, ignore Him, and go towards the man in black. I realize I'm in Hell. I skipped the Purgatory proccess and went straight to Hell. I belonged in Hell, I realized. I killed so many people, ended so many inncoent lives.

"Who are you?" I aksed.

"I am Demora, and you, my dear, are going to be HellChild.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I gasp. I open my eyes, finding myself wiping away tears from them. I am sweating, and my heart is beating so fast, it feels like am having a heart attack. I breathe hard, choking back sobs as they rise to my throat. I look up at Michael, who is sitting next to me. I can't hold them back anymore. I let the tears come out, streaming down my face. I feel free. I finally feel free of not knowing. Free of uncertainty. Free of being scared to find the truth. Michael leans closer, giving me a hug. At first I try to push him away, but then I embrace it. I sit there hugging him for what seems like hours. When I am all out of tears, and I'm exausted, I fall asleep.

I wake up in the morning to see a boy who is about seven years old sitting on my bed.

"Hey Mora." He says.

He looks so familiar, and his voice is so similar to one I am very close to. Then I remember.

"Johnny. It's been so long."

I wrap my arms around him. We are together again. At Last.

"Aren't you still mad at me?" I ask.

"No. When I died, I realized that you were being controlled by a demon."

"What?"

Could he mean Demora? Was I really being controlled by him? I thought I acted out on my own accord, but maybe not. Am I truely a demon? Or could I be an angel? Who am I really?

"Johnny." Michael spoke. I forgot he is here. "I think it's time for you to go. You can see your sister again soon."

"Okay." Johnny says sadly.

Johnny leaves the room and Michael comes up to me.

"Is that true? Did Demora really conrol me?" I ask.

He nods. "When you were young, very young, Demora sought out a human soul to possess. He wanted to have control of a human who would grow up to be strong. He picked you, Devil."

"Mora. M-My name is Mora." I say, looking down.

"Yes it is." He says, smiling. "Mora, when he took your soul, you were the same as you were before. It didn't really change you until you were older. After the incident with the lighter, you changed. There was no saving you. You were bound to Hell. When you died and saw the option of Heaven, Demora lured you to Hell. But, you might never have been meant to be a demon."

I stare at him in shock, letting it all sink in. Is there still a chance for me to be an angel? Is there a chance to get out of Hell? No, I am a demon. These are all lies. Just a bunce of lies. There is no truth to what any of them say.

"No." I say. "You lie. I am a demon, and I was never possessed by Demora. I killed him long ago. You are wrong, I never want to see you again."

I cross my arms over my chest and lower my head. Michael gets up and starts to leave. When he reaches the door, he turns to me.

"Sooner or later, you're going to accept the fact that you are not a demon. I can help you. Just call Gabriel if you need me. You always seem to find him somehow. Just don't try to kill him again."

"I don't need you. Ever. Now get out."

He turns and leaves. That's when I realize that Lela and Gabriel are still in the room.

"Get out." I say to them. "Now."

Lela turns to leave, but Gabriel grabs her hand.

"No." He says. "She stays."

"I meant both of you. I may remember who I was before, but that doesn't change who I am now."