The Wrong Side of Heaven and the Righteous Side of Hell

Burning, that was the first thing that I remember. I woke up in a dark, damp building; I had no notion of who or where I was. I couldn’t even remember my name. My head was spinning and I couldn’t create a clear thought. The only thing that I could think about was the searing pain that was all over my body, I thought that I was on fire.

But as I sat up and examined my surroundings, I saw that I was perfectly fine, not a scratch on me.

From behind me, I hear a cool, calm voice. “Well hello, my new pet. Glad you could finally join the land of the living, so to speak.”

I spun around quickly, making my head spin even more. I laid my eyes upon a woman sitting in a chair. She was tall and slender, her skin was fair and her hair was brown as chocolate. She was wearing a smile that looked evil, like she had a plan to hurt someone.

“Who are you? Wh-who am I?” I said hoarsely. My mouth felt extremely dry, like I hadn’t had a drink in weeks. “Where are we?”

“So many questions, no matter, it is to be expected. All devils are confused when they first wake up from the transformation. To answer your first question, my name is Victoria, your master. Your name is Percy Jackson, my new servant.”

Devil? Servant? What is this woman talking about? I couldn’t wrap my mind around what this woman was saying. The name sounded familiar, but the rest of the stuff was so crazy I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

“Devil? As in the devil?”

Victoria chuckled, “No my pet, more like a demon, only stronger. The devil is real yes, but he is much too busy to deal with the things that you will be doing.”

“What kind of things will I be doing?”

Her evil smile returned, “All in good time.”

It’s been three years since I woke up in that cold warehouse. Since then I have helped Victoria recruit five more devils, however none of them are alive anymore. They were all either overpowered by other devils they were sent to destroy, or by angels.

Angels are our mortal enemies, they are sent by God to rid the world of us. I have had many run-ins with them, but I have always seemed to prevail in the fights. According to Victoria, I am abnormally strong, which is the only reason that I have outlived all her other servants.

On a usual day my assignment is to track and find angels then dispose of them. Once Victoria discovered my strength, she had me investigate anyone she suspected of being one of them.

I have lost count over the years how many I have killed, I think that it is somewhere around 56, but I can’t be sure. Usually I can kill them without magic, but sometimes the angel is a lot stronger than they look and I have to slow them down with a spell or hex.

On two occasions I was almost destroyed, but Victoria came to my aide at the last second and helped me destroy the angel and heal me. I say destroyed because, technically I already died when I became a devil, but Victoria brought me back to life to serve her.

Most people would be grateful that they get to have a second chance at life like I got, but I hate it more than anything. I have hated it since the moment I woke up. I can’t remember anything about my past, not a single one. I don’t know if I have a family out there who misses me, or if I had a girlfriend. I’m not even sure that Percy is my real name.

I have to trust Victoria though, why would she lie to me about that? She has nothing to gain from lying to me. I have to trust her


Today, my assignment is to follow a woman who is suspected of being an angel. If it’s discovered that she is, in fact an angel, I am to destroy her. If she isn’t an angel, then there is no problem.

The target looks to be about my age, 24. She has blonde curly hair and tan skin. She looks like a stereotypical California girl. She stands about half a head shorter than me, and she has an athletic build. She could be easy to take down, but something about her makes me feel like she has a lot more spunk than what she shows.

I see her ducking into any alley, looking around to see if she is being followed. Lucky for me, with the right spell, and proper positioning in the shadows, I am practically invisible. I keep watching her to see what she is going to do in the alley. She ducks behind a dumpster, completely obscuring her from my vision, when all of a sudden a bright white light radiates from the spot that she would be standing at.

Crap, now I have to fight another one. I am so tired of fighting. A few times I have wanted one of the angels to overpower me and destroy me. But I have to keep going, Victoria made a promise to me the day I woke up.

Give me five years of loyal service and I will restore your memory and give you your life back.

I have to keep going, I have to get my life back.

I end the spell that obscures me from sight and I start to cross the street. Cursing the noon sun for causing the heat wave that has cursed New York for the past five months. As I dip into the alleyway, I take my hands out of my pants pockets and shake them, trying to calm my nerves. Even after three years of doing this, I still get an adrenaline rush and nervous when I have to go against an angel.

I get ready to jump the girl who is behind the dumpster, but right before I do, she swings around and grabs me by my shirt collar and holds a brilliant silver knife to my throat. The first thing that I notice are her gray eyes that are harsh and calculating. I can see her figuring out all the ways that she can kill me and torture me right this second.

“What do you want, devil?” she spits the last word out at me. I can feel the anger radiating off of her as she presses the knife to my throat.

I am so stunned that I was caught off guard like this that I don’t answer her.

“Speak before I kill you here and now!” she presses the knife a little harder to my throat.

“I’m following you to see if you’re an angle and kill you if I discover that you are, happy?” I try to act calm and cool, try to intimidate her in any way that I can. “Do you like my plan so far sugar?”

“Well, to be completely honest, no, I’ve known you’ve been following me for the last four hours, that silly little invisibility spell didn’t fool me for a second. I can feel your power radiating off of you. You are no ordinary devil, you are the one they call Harbinger of Death. You have killed many of my brethren, and I was sent here to kill you.”

“Well, I am glad that your kind know me so well,” I bluff. I am praying to Lucifer that the fear that I’m feeling isn’t showing on my face. I put on the best cocky grin I have, “You should release me before I add another angel to my list. Especially one so pretty.”

A look of anger overcomes her face, “why don’t we go someplace more private and chat?” She pulls her fist back and it comes crashing down onto my face.

Lights out.

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