If you are one of those people that crave the excitement or thrill of a good scare, then you need to know where to look.

I was taught from a young age that anything scary that my brain can think of, such as Sasquatch, The Boogeyman, The Jersey Devil, Demons, or Vampires, is simply not real.

As I grow older, I am still skeptical that those things exist. I need to see concrete evidence that those things exist, like a body or me being there when the supernatural being is doing its thing. I wanted the paranormal to be real, I want my fantasy to be real where I can go and find out more of these monsters.

I was once obsessed with finding monsters.

Now I wish that I can get away from mine.

Everyone has their own monsters. Depression, anxiety, and the urge to destroy your body with drugs and nicotine are just some examples of the monsters in your head.

One of my biggest monsters now was once the love of my life.

Throwing harsh words at each other, not communicating well, not spending time together, and many more unfortunate circumstances lead to him abusing me. It was not a toxic relationship to start with, but things got out of hand before either of us knew.

And then I realized something else.

The thing that we fear the most is ourselves.

•••

Why did I have to find out from my best friend? That my best friend had sex with my boyfriend. I keep on telling myself that I will end our relationship tonight, but that started a year ago. I've been so lost without him that I kept on coming back. Time after time after time, it repeats. But this is where I draw the line. Cheating is where I draw the line that I should have drawn long ago.

My feet pace over the wooden floors, my heart races with anxiety on how he would react. I haven't seen him for the past couple of days. I know that he is staying with his first cheat on me, probably waiting for me to calm down. But how can I calm down, this man has been putting my life on hold for the past year, I'm going to get my life back.

The doorknob jiggles as he walks in. I stop pacing and stare straight at him. My fingers and toes feel cold as I find it hard to breathe. Just seeing him fills me with the same rage from when I first found out.

"You're still here. I guess you already tried to get away, but you came back again." His defined jawline moves as I lock my green eyes with his grey ones.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. You cheated on me this week, and this whole year you have been abusing me. I'm standing up for myself, and I will never forgive you for doing what you did to me." I growl at him. He gives me a look before he drops his bag and charges at me.

•••

Being the Queen of Hell is boring. Sure, you have power no one else can imagine, and you get to torture soles for the rest of existence, but it gets bland after 10,000 years of doing it.

My husband is off wreaking havoc in North Korea while I get to stay and run Hell.

Fuck you Lucifer.

My signature graces its presence over the contract that Hell will now welcome anyone that Heaven doesn't want. Which means that we get all of the fun people. Brendon Urie has his own floor in the 666 levels in my castle.

The blood-red crown sits on my desk along with the skull of my last husband. The crown always falls off my head. Lucifer only wanted me to look pretty on his hand. I grow stronger and my will to kill Lucifer grows with me.

I myself have been around for 11,000 years and ended up marrying Lucifer on my 1,000 birthday. When I was a small child, I was offered to Zozo (a crazy demon that terrorizes humans) as a sacrifice. I was taken by Zozo and turned into a demon. I earned my place in 1,000 years. During that thousand, Lucifer has been trying to court me, being that Zozo has taken me under his wing. Lucifer just wanted more power and another plaything. Don't get me wrong, the previous archangel is great under the sheets, but the same tricks get boring after a while.

But I was dumb enough to marry the bastard. Now I am attached to Lucifer until the end of this world. Then I will be reincarnated as a demon again. My lifecycle will forever be the same. This sucks because I am not allowed to be involved in any major human wars. And all of the monsters are smart enough to not fight with me around. This doesn't stop me from bringing a little chaos into this boring world.

My ears are full of chants from different cults, the cries of the not so innocent, and the chatter of my demons. As I move onto the last pile of contracts, a cry rings in my ears. My spine tingles as I recognize the ancient magic being used. Magic hasn't been around for 4,000 years. The magic that I need. My quill drops out of my hand as I search for the location of the voice in despair. Once the location is locked, I snap my fingers and disappear to find the ancient magic.

•••

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She screams as her boyfriend grabs a fist full of her long, dark brown hair.

"Shut up!" He bellows as he drops her hair and kicks her with his boots. She heard one of her ribs crack.

"Go to hell," the woman picks herself up off of the ground and stands at her full height. "Our relationship is over."

The man charges at her, and she gets into a low stance. He tries to kick her in the face, but she rams her shoulder into his stomach and pushes him into the wall.

The woman stands up as the man holds his stomach with his arms. He is slumped against the wall as the woman kicks the man in his balls. Then she punches him in the face.

She backs up as the man stands up, the tear on his face from when the woman punched him healed. The woman takes steps back, hands raised in defense, as the man walks her right back into the wall that she got thrown into.

"You bitch." He says, eyes going black.

He throws the first punch. The woman tries to keep up with his moves, but she is too weak.

The man finally got his ex on the ground, and he was repetitively kicking her in the stomach and ribs.

The woman could only hear the rush of blood in her ears. A red and black veil covers her vision. She was struggling to breathe, she knew her broken ribs punctured her lungs. There was a question running in her head before she almost lost consciousness.

Is there anyone that cares enough to save me?

She was in a fetal position, her arms covering her head when her ex stopped kicking her. She heard commotion faintly through her ringing ears, and then a snap.

The woman was regaining her vision when she was rolled on to her back, and she let out her first noise of pain. A scream.

"Quiet. He is here no more." The woman opens her eyes to see a beautiful, dark-skinned lady kneeling over her body.

"Where'd he go?" The woman mumbles as she coughs out blood.

"To hell where he belongs. Now stop talking before you cough up a lung." The woman makes a noise as her savior sits the woman's head on her lap.

"You're going to feel tingly and weird, and you'll want it to stop. But don't fight this. I'm helping you before I can get you to support." The beautiful lady says before she puts her fingers spread out on her head.

And the lady was right. A tingly feeling went through her body, and she won't like it, but the woman did nothing to stop it.

After the pain settled down into a slight ache, the woman closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.

The lady then sighed as she watched the woman sleep. Today's task was complete, the plan will fall into place shortly. Now Hannah has to get the magic carrier to somewhere safe, or someone.

The lady rubbed her temples as she mentally calls in two monsters who owe her a favor.

"Julian, Dominic, get to my location now."